As I sat behind the Kingdom Hall where no one could see me, the memories of Vietnam ​ — the smell of burned human flesh and the sight of blood and gore — ​ began to overwhelm me.
Saat saya menunggu saudara - saudara datang, kenangan tentang Vietnam tiba - tiba bermunculan: bau daging manusia yang terbakar, darah di mana - mana, dan pembantaian yang kejam.