Nguyễn Văn Khoa began to tremble. Thiên, too. Dan’s body started to shake; he sensed he had been allowed to live just so that he could witness this moment when a child of war brought former enemies together. The spicy-sweet smell of incense embraced them, and Dan felt so many other dead and wounded Vietnamese and non-Vietnamese gathering around them. His crew members Ed, Neil, and Reggie were there, along with the children they’d killed. All were holding hands, praying for each other, praying for peace.
