When I was growing up, my mom always used to tell me and my sisters stories about what life was like during the Vietnam/American War. My mom and dad were able to escape to the US so all the stories I heard were about fleeing one’s homeland and about new beginnings.
But I never really had the perspective of what it was like for the people who were left behind. So I’m calling this blog “Home of the brave” as a nod to the Vietnamese people (both those who were left behind and those who fled), rather than to the Americans that the anthem suggests.
I hope this doesn’t offend anyone.;)
