I will probably finish it in about two weeks and doubt I will re-read it.
The Vietnam War only featured remotely in my consciousness growing up. I remember a friend who was surprised in the 70s visiting UCLA or some other college at the number of guys in wheelchairs etc. till he realised it was the legacy of the war. Later another friend, a Marxist, took a sabbatical in the '80s to live for a year in 'post-colonial' Vietnam ended up marrying a local from the North, the daughter of a police chief, something he later regretted. She tried to take him to the cleaners but thanks to the common sense of a judge here she didn't quite succeed.