After decades of separation, I slept in Quang Tri for the first time. I was born and raised by the Thach Han river, and I can't help but getting emotional when I return to this river. When I started university, I went to Hue to study, and that was the time I left and never returned to my old house because it was buried deep under the rubble after the 81-day war. Quang Tri was turned into mountains of bricks and stones by the American bombs, leaving nothing behind.