Mark Stratmann – Blogging my Kingdom Life.

Oh the places you’ll go…Thailand!

Posted on 20, Sep

A video of The Wards in Thailand and their ministry, I’ll be joining them for long term ministry in Thailand!

You Can’t.

Posted on 15, Feb

Before leaving on the World Race over a year ago, my sister questioned my desire to go in many ways. The biggest question I remember hearing over and over again was, “how can you go, help these starving people, help the homeless, be with orphaned children for a few weeks and then leave them?” It was a valid question, and most of the time I had no good answer…in fact, I don’t think I ever had an answer.

Today, I will answer it…You Can’t.

In reverse order, I will answer why that is…

Thailand – Walking down the streets of the Nana Entertainment District (overshadowed by the Marriott Hotel) I had no clue how real the sex-tourism was. From the broken lives of the girls being treated as nobodies in this world to the hurting, lost men lurking the streets, there is not a day that I can walk and not think about the far reaching effects of Human Trafficking, and the need for people…US…to walk into horrible situations and bring Hope into them…Bringing Jesus and God’s Kingdom to them…everyday I think of them…everyday.

Cambodia – My stay was short in Cambodia, but in the few weeks there, I spent some time at the “Happy Tree Orphanage” where many kids diagnosed with HIV or AIDS were living. I remember two of the girls, who decided that they needed to have me do a photo shoot of them, and in turn gave me a tour of the AIDS hospital. As I walked through the halls and around the playground, it hit hard that these kids all have a very short life expectancy. I wonder today how many are still alive, how many are sick, how many of them know what they are up against in life. Also in Cambodia I can’t get out of my mind the faces of many victims of land mines, still active in the countryside. Or the stories of survivors of the mass genocide that took place in the killing fields. I saw the need for God’s healings, the need for Jesus to come into these places and truly turn around the future of the country. I still see the need for all of US.

Vietnam – A country that I love so dearly, faces that I think about every day. From the multitudes of orphans that have birth defects resulting from chemicals spread during the Vietnam-American War to the college students who are some of the most incredibly friendly people in the world, I can’t go a day without thinking of them all. I remember many of the people who I encountered in Vietnam, and see how God is moving in that country…a country where the government would rather not have anything to do with Christianity, to which laws forbid much of the freedom that we have in America. It’s a country that has prostitution and human trafficking that is growing quickly, they are in need of Jesus to use US to help direct the future of Vietnam as well as Christianity in the nation. I remember them daily…and don’t forget any of it…ever.

Thailand (Northern) – The villages in northern Thailand captured a special part of me. Maybe it was the growth of the church, the drug addicted villages transforming ever so quickly, the welcoming people, the smiles on everyone’s faces…there are thousands of reasons that I could speak of on why I loved northern Thailand. There is a huge and intense need for Jesus to use US in northern Thailand as there are people in great danger and living in fear of the Burmese Army. There are hundreds of thousands of people…humans…fleeing from Burma in fear of their lives. It is a really catastrophic situation which needs Heaven to be lived out on Earth…through US…not a day goes by that I don’t think of them…not a day.

India – A country that was a struggle for me…in many ways…is in great need for Jesus to create a movement quickly. A place where the government shuts down many Christian run organizations. It is a country where overcrowded streets create for dangerous (and rather humorous and exciting) travel situations. Many people in India come across as rather difficult and aggressive at times. It was a difficult place for many reasons, but I know that Jesus is moving there. The needs in India range from God breathed healings and miracules are needed for the orphaned children, the trafficked children, the lepers living in colonies, the hungry, the hurting, the lonely people living each day asking for distress…they need US…and I haven’t forgotten it one day.

South Africa – The orphaned children, the HIV & AIDS victims, the graphic living situations, the danger, the lack of value on human existence. There’s no way that I can forget many situations I found myself in in Africa…held up at gunpoint, sitting in the dirt with orphans, seeing the white vs black struggle, the physical/emotional/spiritual hunger that rages through many in S. Africa…not a day goes by that I’m not reminded of the needs for Jesus in Africa…not a day goes by.

Swaziland – What more needs to be said about a country so engulfed in the AIDS / HIV epidemic that the average life expectancy is near or less than 30 years old. The need for healing, food for the hungry, and education are in huge demand for this small country. The ways that God used US in Swaziland will continue forever. Not a day goes by that I don’t somehow think of the kids walking miles after miles for the one meal they will get in any given day. Not a day.

Mozambique – What a time it was for US in this beautiful country. The incredible healings that take place in Mozambique, the hunger for significance, the thousands of orphans, the grateful and welcoming people in Mozambique, the horrible roads…it’s all part of why I loved my time in Mozambique. Again, not a day goes by that I don’t think of the people WE prayed for, the lives that were transformed and changed in this country of hurt and poverty. Miss it daily…and never a day that I don’t think of it…

Bolivia – There’s no way I can forget this beautiful…beautiful…beautiful country. From the incredible mountains to the lush green of the rainforest, it is gorgeous. The landscape can’t fool you though, this is one of the poorest countries of South America, being landlocked severely limits it’s export capabilities, causing industry to overlook the country. The constant turnover in their Government causes turmoil daily in much of the country…yet Jesus is lived out in this country. I miss the time in the rainforest working on the orphanage…while I may not have met any of the children that are now living in the orphanage that we helped to complete, they are constantly on my mind. Never a day goes by that I don’t think of the nights I spent with Rusty and some of the girls of our squad talking (attempting to talk) to Remberto, an amazing missionary to his country, who left everything behind to build orphanages around Bolivia with his family. He is an amazing man…I miss him daily.

Peru – From the vast desert-like area of Chincha to the lush Amazon Jungle, I miss it all daily. I miss so many of the people at the Iglesia Berrea in Iquitos, or Templo La Mies in Nauta…I can’t get the images and lives they are living out of my mind. I can’t forget that Pastor Nester is living in Los Jardines, Chincha…and the earthquake torn area surrounding him. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of those days…not one day.

Through all of this, I come back to my sister’s question…”how can you go, stay there for a little while and leave?” and my answer is … you can’t.

Not a day goes by that I don’t wake up wondering what I’m doing of significance. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of these countries and the multitude of things that I could be doing to help any one of them. Not a day goes by that I don’t wonder how many people I encountered are still among us. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of the lives that could be turned to God…through you or me.

Yet things hold us back….that’s for another blog though…for now, oh sister of mine…my answer still remains empty…while I did see so many people, and sit in awe of so many things across the world, I still must say, I don’t know how…other than it changes your life in more ways than I can count…and (not to brag, but…) I can count pretty high.

“You Can” … the more up-beat blog coming soon!!!

The Escalator Only Goes Up

Posted on 5, Nov

Just as it seems like The World Race is coming to an end, my eyes are opened yet again…for quite possibly the hardest part of the trip so far. I’ve been through a lot this year…being on a bus attacked by angry people in Peru, held up at gunpoint in South Africa, crossing the insane traffic in Vietnam…yet tonight was the hardest to swallow.

We went to Nana.

A place where prostitution is everywhere.

A place where Human Trafficking is at it’s worst.

A place where people’s hurt is everywhere.

A place that NEEDS JESUS NOW.

As men, Matt and I walked the streets, praying over everything we were seeing. We went up an escalator in the worst place I have ever been…and I felt trapped…the escalator only went up…there was no way down in my sight. The girls wore numbers, to make it easier to order. I couldn’t take it. It didn’t last long before we both needed to go a few blocks away to get away from it all. We sat on the steps outside of some fancy hotel a few blocks away and tried to explain our emotions…truth is we didn’t say much at all.

The hurt that goes into this place is undescribable. At one point I wrote off the night as useless…I said there was no use to us being there at all…but our God reconsiles us all the time. A beggar came up to Matt and I at one point with one leg…we prayed over him and struck up a short conversation before realizing that the guy spoke extremely little english, and he went on his way. His name is Wood. He came back to us at the end of the night smiling. He tried his best to describe how he lost his leg in 1996 to a land mine in Cambodia…describing it as the day it went boom. The man was happy to see us, and stayed with us smiling. It really did redeem the night for me.

We officially ended the night when Caroline, Gretchen, and I had a conversation with a man who described how most of the girls got into prostitution. Most are either trafficked into it buy kidnapping, or by “choice” to go there to help support their family in the poorest of farming communities. Imagine it…your 12-14 year old daughter leaving to support you by selling herself every night. On average 450,000 guys in Thailand hire a prostitute. Sickening, isn’t it?

It’s time to stop it.

Please join me in this.

As this week continues, I will be fighting the front lines of this in any way possible.

We need you to join us in prayer as to how we can make an eternal difference in these people’s lives.

Human Trafficking is evil.

I’m committed to doing something about it.

Children of the World

Posted on 4, Nov

They look like ordinary children.

They play like ordinary children.

They like ice cream like ordinary children.

They are HIV+

They have a BRIGHT future!

Once again I stare into the eyes of children living in this world, wondering if they will ever have opportunities like I have in life. Wondering if living 30 years will ever be in their future. As this year draws closer and closer to an end, the reality of what I’ve seen this year and what I’ll see in the years to come is heart-wrenching. I remember Swaziland, where the average life expectancy is less than 30 years old in a nation terrorized by HIV…over 50% of it’s population is infected with the deadly virus. Now I’m in Cambodia, dealing with the same type of issues. The problem is worldwide. Children who have done nothing to deserve the cards dealt to them in life are facing a life of difficulties.

The reality of staring and playing with the kids today was somewhat too real for me. They played on the swings just like I did as a kid. They practiced writing letters just the same as I did when I was learning to write. I don’t think they realized the life that is extremely likely coming their way, a life of hardships resulting from AIDS. As I played with many of these kids, I prayed over their lives. Will they suffer from the various effects of HIV…or will I pray to the point of having faith that they are healed? Will God instill the knowledge in someone to finally find the cure for AIDS? What if I actually had the faith to stare into these children’s eyes and see a bright future? Well, today I decided that I did. I can no longer push children on swings and write their future off as a disaster…instead I am going to pray over them and believe that their future is full of health and long life!

Am I crazy? I sure hope not! The human life is too precious. The human life is too unbelievable to give up hope. What if we all had the faith to move mountains? What if we all joined together and asked for more miracles? What if we demanded signs and wonders from God? What if He gave them to us? Then what would you do?

Lunch

Posted on 30, Oct

Last night I was in a TucTuc (easiest way to describe it is a moped with a carriage attached) with some teammates when out of nowhere I said that I wanted to have lunch with a beggar. Facing beggars nearly everyday this year causes me to have a rough heart towards them…I decided it was time to stare it in the eyes and try to make some kind of difference, even if it is only to one of them. Matt quickly jumped on board, so today we went for it.

Vauhn was our friend for lunch. He is a man bound to a wheelchair, with at least one leg, the other was either missing or he was sitting on it and hiding it. We did our best at communicating with him our desire to take him to a restaurant of his choice. He quickly wheeled himself to a nearby restaurant with seating outside. Needless to say, it didn’t take long before we attracted a small crowd of curious people…two white guys sitting down at a table with a crippled man in Cambodia is NOT the normal thing to do. Language barriers were sure to be a problem here, so we did our best to get his name and age (he’s 25)…and then some locals helped us out from there. Vauhn was a quiet guy, but he would answer questions that were directed toward him. We found out that he has no family, and we think that his family died due to a bomb. We asked him about friends…none. We asked about a home…none. We asked about a government program to help…none. We asked if there is a shelter…none. The waitress at the restaurant was real nice and helped translate most of this as he ate some meal that he chose (I don’t think he can read either as he never looked at the menu no matter how hard I tried). Our crowd of random TucTuc drivers, shoe shiners, newspaper sellers, sunglasses sellers, and other random people were all interested in observing or helping with any conversation, usually seeking attention for themselves. I don’t know exactly what he ordered, it looked like rice with chicken curry, along with a coconut smoothie. It was a simple yet modest meal.

It didn’t take long for him to eat the meal, and with the language barriers and him being real shy, the meal didn’t last that long. There was no epic moment to remember, no trophy put on any shelf from this event. It was a simple day when this man got to eat more than the leftovers that some tourist decided to hand him instead of carrying it around. I don’t know how long he will remember us, or how often this happens for him, but I know that he ate at least one meal that day. I know that he at least had someone talk to him that day. I know that he was prayed for that day. I know that he experienced some love that day. Everyday will be a struggle for him, please pray for him, my friend Vauhn, who has nobody to turn to in his pain. Who will sleep on the streets tonight, hoping to find somewhere that he can escape the rain, who will wake up hungry, hoping that someone will be gracious to him. There is no homeless shelter, there is no government program to help, there is no business that will employ him, in most people’s eyes he has no hope…

Continue On.

Posted on 24, Oct

Continuing on.

It ever so slowly hits me every day that I have a mere 4 weeks left until life as I have known it since January 4th ends…kind of…

Everyone here has to admit that in many ways we are all exhausted. We have been traveling since the beginning of the year, pouring ourselves out to people all over the world, and it takes it’s toll on your physical body. Matt, Gretchen, and I were walking down the street the other night and we walked through some disgusting mess of trash on the streets (well, we walked around it anyway), and it all hit me. We MUST be walking proof that there is a God taking care of us. We’ve set our feet in so many places, walked through piles of disgusting things, ate food that we should never have ate, went with less sleep than we ever should have, yet there we were…walking down the streets of Cambodia feeling completely healthy! We are all exhausted though, you can tell that we are running on fumes. But it’s in times like this that we must realize where all of our strength comes from, and that it can’t come from our own powers.

Our Squad at Angkor Wat

I know that God has placed us in various places to test us, to strip us down, to build us back up, to sharpen us, to mold us, to heal us, to do this or that to us, so here we are facing our last short leg of our journey. An ever so short stay in Cambodia and a week of having our coaches back to debrief the year, get us ready for what’s next, and celebrate our victories together, and we are off to the USA once again! It will take a little over 30 hours of flights and layovers until I land in Detroit in the overnight hours Friday night before Thanksgiving. While I’d like to say that once I land in Detroit I’d like to have a normal life, it just wouldn’t make sense. I’ve come this far to not change that much and go right back to the exact life I had before? I can’t imagine that. Though some sense of normality may be needed (still having student loans to pay off, I do need an income I guess…unless you want to pay them off for me!). But everything is different now. I have a totally different perspective on myself, my friends, my family, the country, the world, God, etc etc etc. Too many people have poured life into me this year for me to bottle it all up and keep it to myself. I’ve grown too much as a person to simply pull the plug and stop!

So here I am, in Cambodia, wondering where my balance will be. Wondering how I will ever return to the USA and fit in. Wondering what people “back home” think of me now. Wondering what my circle of friends in North Carolina will look like now. Wondering how good the turkey will taste on Thanksgiving. Wondering which of my favorite deserts my mom will have waiting for me when I get home. Wondering how I will bring the Kingdom to the future places my feet land. Wondering how it will be not being surrounded by the 24 people I’ve been sharing this adventure with. So many things to consume my mind, yet I know and realize that I can’t let that take my eyes off of Cambodia, and the fact that I’m right here, right now.

Team Sanity at Angkor Wat

So there it is. I’m wondering what’s next. I have absolutely loved this year so far, and wouldn’t trade it in for anything at all. I know that there needs to be some form of continuance in my life, yet also know that reality sets in. Please join me in praying for what’s next. I know that I’d love to continue my involvement in The World Race in some way, I know that I would love to continue my involvement with SE Asia, I know that I need to be a normal person too and have a job and pay the bills…yet bring IT with me everywhere. Please join me in praying for what’s next…and yet continuing to pray for what’s in front of me right now…CAMBODIA!

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Dog Anyone?

Posted on 24, Oct

While there are so many things that I love and miss about Vietnam, I felt like this was a memory worth sharing with all of you…

It is from one exciting night when several of us went to eat nothing more, nothing less than DOG!

Our Vietnamese friends helped make this night happen, so THANK YOU to Hannah, Fuga, and Wynwyn for helping us create times like these!

Back in Vietnam

Posted on 19, Oct

Goodbye Vietnam.

Today we left one of my favorite stops on the World Race. A great place to spend my birthday, as I they sang “Happy Birthday” to me in 6 languages, I am glad I got to celebrate another year in Vietnam! As we boarded the bus to Cambodia, sadness overcame me…I’m going to miss the incredible people that we served alongside there. As our time progresses to our last stop of The World Race, I have to wonder why I have had 2 consecutive stops that were difficult to leave. Thailand was an amazing month, one that will also go down as one of my favorites…I’d have to say it’s a close race between Thailand and Vietnam as my favorite places on earth…but in Vietnam I actually ate dog meat…so that’s that…no, it does NOT taste like chicken…haha!

Join me as I remember just a few of the dozens of people that I will long to see again (if you want to come with me to see them let me know…I’d love to take you!)

Taim (sorry, I don’t know how to actually spell his name!), our incredible friend at Exodus served us as an incredible friend every time we walked into his restaurant. When in Ho Chi Minh I strongly recommend stopping into his restaurant for a cup of coffee, lunch, dinner, ice cream, or my favorite, a smoothie…I recommend “The Morning Starter” a smoothie that is extremely good! He is extremely nice and was always fun to talk to when we’d get a chance to sit down and talk with him. I love the atmosphere of his restaurant as well as his welcoming personality. A small place with great food, what I loved was his willing ways to help us out. Whether we needed directions or help, he was always one I could count on. When it started raining while I was there, he gave me a raincoat. It’s people like him that make me love Vietnam.

To my guys who’s names I dare not even try to spell, I will never forget them. Through countless games of Uno, a night filled with Karaoke, and some time spent working with you at the elderly home, I can’t express my love for them! You’ve got a great future in front of you!

I remember you during karaoke night, you were shy, you sat in the sofa, singing quietly into the microphone when our team walked in…I knew then that you had more of a voice in you…I love the Vietnamese people for their timid ways, hiding behind a sea of being shy, yet begging to come out of their shell and be free to sing and dance as they please! I remember when we all got up to sing “We Will Rock You” or “Y-M-C-A” and really have some fun! I remember every time that we were making jewelry at the elderly home you were there, offering up some help…your service to the world is noticed and appreciated!

Bamboo…with an awesome name like that, who wouldn’t have to take a moment to get to know you? (Truth is, most have english names to help us “foreigners” out, otherwise we’d never know how to say the names) I absolutely can’t explain this girl. She’s full of spunk and sparks. She’s ready to laugh at anything anytime. Her smile will light up a room and will gladly help out with anything and give of everything. I remember each time I went to help the elderly make jewelry she was there, ready to help and serve. She has a heart of gold that I will not forget…my prayers are with you, Bamboo!

Hahn, a girl who really seemed shy to me at first as she sat somewhat quietly next to the door on karaoke night. I found out through countless games of Uno that she is anything but shy. She is ready to take on the world. I love Hahn for her simple ways and willingness to share her life with us. I’m convinced that she is going to make some intense changes in this world in the years to come, and I can’t wait to meet up with her again someday.

Win Win…you’ve captured many of the hearts of our team. Her wacky ways fit right in with our team instantly. She was simple to count on for a great laugh or an intelligent conversation. I appreciate your friendship because I know it is genuine. She really loved spending time with us and it showed. Win Win has an insanely bright future, and I can’t wait to see her again someday!

Blessie was has such a sweet, quiet way of serving this world. Helping us with so many things, she never ever asked for any attention. My appreciation to the ways that she helped us during our stay grows deep into my heart. She has such a soft heart and truly deep running personality. Thank you for showing us the true Vietnam!

Fuga became an instant friend and is a girl that words simply cannot describe. Desiring to squeeze every drop out of life, she is ready for a good laugh at any moment…or a deep conversation. Her indescribable personality consumes you as the intelligence she brings to the world will forever impact the Kingdom of God. She shines brightly everywhere she goes. She is one of the few extreme extroverts we met in Vietnam, not being afraid to act wacky and wild at a moment’s notice, yet served us selflessly in every situation during our stay. Fuga became a great friend who I long to see again soon…

Hannah…yet another beautiful woman that words struggle to describe. Her inwardly shy ways were nothing but easy and simple to get draw out and show her true self. She loves a good laugh while really longing for deep conversation. I will struggle in life to find someone as dedicated to seeking out the ONE individual who is crying out at the time. She has eyes to see the unseen in every situation. There were so many times that she shined in the 2 1/2 weeks we stayed in Vietnam. I could list endless times that I observed her helping people that my eyes were blind to. Always seeing the one person who was off on their own, her concerned heart always asked me if they were alright or not. Never seeking any attention in life, and probably getting embarrassed if you draw attention to her (like this paragraph!), she served us selflessly during our stay in Ho Chi Minh City. There was never a time that I asked her a question or favor that she didn’t cheerfully help our team out. Hannah is one of the most genuine people I’ve met thoughout the year (which says a LOT as we’ve met some really REALLY genuine people this year!). I simply cannot wait to meet up with Hannah again.

I could go on for pages about the people I met in Vietnam that changed my life…if I left you off this list it is NOT because I have forgotten you, it’s simply too much to go through. I long to see each of you again.

Funny…I’m writing this while floating across a river in Cambodia on a bus…wow.

Your Time is NOW

Posted on 11, Oct

The urgency is NOW.

I can’t express simply how important and urgent it is for the Kingdom of God to be delivered. Stepping on the ground here in Southeast Asia does something to me. I realize more than ever not only the need for vagabonds who are willing to go out, but the need for us to go NOW…and I’m glad I’m here to take part in it!

There have been a few places this year that really captivated me. I’ve loved everywhere I’ve been for various reasons, but since we landed in the Bangkok airport I’ve absolutely loved this area. But not because it’s an easy place to be…because it isn’t. The spiritual realm here is far different than anywhere else we’ve been. We’ve dealt with serious oppression everywhere in the world, we’ve dealt with difficulties everywhere we’ve been. There’s still oppression and difficulties here, but for some reason I see an urgency here. There are various factors pointing to great difficulties breaking through if we don’t keep people on the ground here in SE Asia. The responsibility is all of ours. I have a role just the same as you do…to support Kingdom Come here in Asia.

There is INTENSE prostitution and other forms of human trafficking going on in the region. Our female teams last month spent times on the streets of red-light districts all across Thailand shining as lights in the darkness, trying to show the girls a different way…and offering some way of making it happen. Several ministries are offering a way out of the generational oppression of human trafficking. They are offering hope to any of the girls wanting to get out of the red-lights and fear that comes knocking at their door every day and night. There are ministries of men going after the men that are involved as well…the region is plagued with hurting humans, crying out for help in any way they can get it. Everyone involved in human trafficking comes from an intense background of hurt and fear. And I can’t stand it.

We spent time in northern Thailand, working with some Ka-ren people who live their lives in fear of the B/urma army and government. It’s an intense oppression that they live under, and it’s simply NOT RIGHT. The Ka-ren people are some of the most genuine, sincere people I’ve worked with this year. Crossing into B/urma and being escorted by some way-to-nice-to-be-normal guys (working for the army/government) to the one and only church, and then watched by them as we walked out of their country tells me that the area is up to no good. Daily Ka-ren people flee, headed for the “freedom” of Thailand…trying to find some form of safety in one of the refugee camps. Though safety is only skin deep. The army can still find them, and they are daily looking for them…and the B/urma government instills fear not only in the Ka-ren people but with the Thai people to the point where the Thai police don’t stop much of anything the B/urma army does.

Then we moved on to Vietnam. A country where worshiping God is restricted. A place where evangelizing must be done covertly. Outside of Ho Chi Minh City, the enemy weighs in extremely heavy. They can’t openly worship God. They can’t openly share their faith and beliefs with others. Everything done for the Kingdom must be done behind closed doors. The government knows of the “underground” church, but God’s protection is keeping them from doing anything about it. There is story after story of people being followed by the police, or watched very closely…or jailed for their actions for the Kingdom. I daily meet people who take that risk though…awesome Vietnamese who are dedicating their lives to spreading the Kingdom to dark places.

I can’t stand it anymore. We all have a responsibility in this matter. The Kingdom has many roles, and we need to find out what ours are. I need to find my role. This year has opened my eyes to many needs in the world…and I can’t go back to living my life for myself anymore. Staring into the faces of women who’s lives have been torn apart by prostitution, men who’s life is so full of shame and hurt, Ka-ren people who drift off to sleep at night fearing whether they will be killed in the night. There isn’t time to waste people! The time is NOW to take part in bringing God’s Kingdom to the hurt, the oppressed, the lost, the hungry, the desperate. Please ask God to reveal to you your place…people TODAY are dying. Find out your reason for being here, don’t waste another day in seeking your purpose!!!!!!

Words Can’t Say.

Posted on 5, Oct

There are times on this trip that simply can’t be put into words. On Saturday some of us went to a children’s home, where children with various birth defects stay. Birth defects from Down’s Syndrome to water around the brain to physical defects (many resulting from chemicals spread during the Vietnam War). As I walked into some of the rooms, you can’t help but wonder why…

I can’t put it into words, so I’ll simply give you some pictures…