My Time in Vietnam

Where to begin? I guess I’ll start by saying that I won’t go into detail about what my purpose was in Vietnam, but rather relish in the memories that I had with the people of the country. The reason I was here is a sensitive topic and I’ll leave it at that.

The Vietnamese people are some of the nicest people I have met throughout any of my travels. This is the twentieth country that I have had the privilege to visit. Yes, maybe my views are skewed because I worked along side these people for eight hours a day, seven days a week for about thirty days, but they were always open to talk and try to communicate.

I find this truly amazing due to the history that this country has had. There were locals that I worked with that I am certain were around during the Vietnam War. And, even though they probably have all the right in the world to be terrible to us, they were nothing but kind.

The woman on the left is named Thanh. All throughout my time in Vietnam she taught me different words and joked around with me. It made the monotony of the work more entertaining. I looked forward to working with her everyday.

Here are some of the words and phrases that I can now speak (very badly) in Vietnamese thanks to her:

I can count to pretty much 99 only because I forgot the word for hundred haha.

I can say “See you tomorrow”

I learned worm, grass, dump, throw, rock, green, blue, black, red.

So many things that she taught me and I will never forget it.

This is where we ate with some of the Vietnamese people every day for lunch. They cooked for us everyday. It was always a family style meal with rice, usually some kind of pork, a soup, and fruit. I got super excited on the chicken days. The chicken legs were amazing.

Working in such close proximity with the Vietnamese people was awesome. Everyone would always say hello and mess around. I had some of the women calling me four eyes when I would wear my sunglasses, but it was all in good fun. At the end of each day Thanh would always tell me that she wanted to work with me again the next day and we always would. She was/is an awesome friend. Thank you, Thanh.

Published by Jacob Fite

My name is Jacob, I'm 30 years old and currently serving in the USAF. Born in Sheridan, Arkansas, USA. I love writing poetry and stories. My first completed story, The Drip can be found here on my blog.

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