January, 1979 - Cambodia: Drafted into the Khmer Rouge war machine at 12 and 14, my comrade and I have escaped from our infantry unit. We've walked across half of the South, trying to find whatever is left of our shattered families. Now, we must turn north. To try to get through to Phnom Penh, and then to my ancestral village. We know what lies ahead of us. A wasteland of communes evacuated and stripped of food, market towns deserted four years ago, burned buildings, UXOs, mined roads and little water. But we don't know WHO lies ahead of us in this tormented landscape. If we run into...
January, 1979 - Cambodia: Drafted into the Khmer Rouge war machine at 12 and 14, my comrade and I have escaped from our infantry unit. We've walked ac...