In 2003, for the first time in a decade I thought about my father.
I was competing in a jungle expedition race in Vietnam that entailed navigating more than 1,000 miles of brutal terrain on bikes, in kayaks, and on foot. I knew that across the border was Laos, where deep in the jungle, my Dad’s plane had crashed during the Vietnam War. Read More....
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