By Zeb Larson

I grew up with Vietnam stories, but on the American side. My grandfather lived in Bien Hoa during the war, and when he left the country on April 29, 1975 he smuggled several people out of the country in his car; one of them was adopted into the family and became my aunt. He went into the war a true believer in the United States, and by its end was far more pessimistic about the country’s goals and intentions. He loved the country and kept going back there for the rest of his life; he even took me in 2006. He also passed on a love of American and Vietnamese literature about the war: The Quiet American, A Bright and Shining Lie, Memories of a Pure Spring, The Destiny of Love, or more recently The Sympathizer…