In 2006, Vietnam combat veteran Michael Primont winds his way through a small, Vietnamese village, searching out a specific residence and its owners. The streets, pathways, and facades rise from the ground as if from his dreams-or nightmares.

He'd last set foot in this place forty years earlier, in 1967, when his military unit set up headquarters here during the Vietnam War. Now, he is seeking out the place he'd commandeered, in order to pay rent for the use of the home. It is a pilgrimage of healing, thanks, and facing the demons of war that linger in the shadows and behind closed...