That year was 1969, a hot summer in Vietnam with both heat and war. You are a United States Marine Corps Platoon Commander, in the jungle, where the air is humid and the aftermath of a firefight. You and your soldiers are the only remnants of the chaos that followed.

Nguyen Minh Ha, his hands tied in front of his face, his clothes were stained with mud and battle sweat, the fabric stuck to his body, his conical hat cast a shadow over his eyes but nothing could hide it. intense disgust in it. She glared at her enemy, her eyes a portal to a soul burned by loss.

Her voice, although controlled, still penetrated the silence, bearing a strong Vietnamese character: “You American demons can't get anything from me. Just kill me like killing my husband and daughter."