Shoes and book bags outside an elementary school. Happy little boy. We were asked to enter a memorial to villagers killed in the war. I don't think this was trying to lay a guilt trip on us. As Buddhists, they honor the dead and wanted us too also. Outside the memorial were gorgeous Bonsai. I looked for fallen soldiers that would have been my age. They were easy to find as the dead were separated into the 3 wars, The Japanese War , The French War and the American War. This small village had paid a huge price for independence.
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