We landed in Ho Chi Mihn City and met up with my brother it was warm and hot. When I stepped off the plane I thought of Vincent. Vincent is a lovely young Vietnamese boy in the neighborhood who comes to the greenhouse and goes to Sacred Heart. One Friday afternoon he and I were standing by the breadoven with an open wood fire cooking our bread. Vincent took a deep breath and exclaimed, "mmm it smells LIKE NAAAAM!"

and as i stepped off the airplane in Ho Chi Minh City (formally known as Saigon) I exclaimed, "mmm it smells like our Breadoven in CAMDEN!!!"

Sometimes I've seen Vincent playing war with toy guns, I wonder which side he fights for?