DANANG, Vietnam // My grandpa flew the Jolly Green rescue helicopters during the Vietnam War out of Danang, Vietnam. Now I am here. Its a surreal experience. I broke through the clouds as the plane landed at sunset and teared up. I speak to the moon like he is Grandpa and find myself looking at the mountain peaks and thinking that Grandpa did too. I bike through rice paddy fields and feel the humidity on my skin, breeze in my face, and wonder what it was like when he was here. He told me once that even through the eyes of war, Vietnam was a beautiful country and he was right.