compassion: 311/365

compassion: 311/365

Cal and I just finished watching the Last Days of Saigon, a documentary on the Vietnam War. I was eighteen as the war came to an end, but I had no idea how hard certain Americans worked, and with what risks, to get as many South Vietnamese as possible out of Saigon...
shhhh: 309/365

shhhh: 309/365

It was February of 1965. I was seven. My parents and I, and two of my sisters, had just piled into the station wagon that was parked in front of the church in Russellville, Kentucky, after my grandfather’s funeral. I was climbing over the seat into the way...