Saigon

Saigon is a place of noise, movement and lights. It's a city that never sleeps and the noise it creates is deafening. To cross a road is like walking in to mayhem and to take a taxi bike is putting your life in to the hands of the Devil.
I wonder how things work here? Apparently quite well. The traffic whirls around and whizzes past. People are up at dawn and awake until late. I wonder who sleeps. Street vendor's never rest and taxi drivers always yelling as you walk past. With all this you would think it was unbearable but I found the city to be mesmerising.
In the Lonely Planet it says it's one of the most dangerous cities, crime and pick pocketing rife. Maybe I'm getting braver or oblivious to my surroundings but I always felt safe. I wondered the streets many times to sight see and all I came across was niceness and happy faces. Maybe I was never in the wrong place.
I visited the War Remnants Museum and I was so appalled and disgusted with war and the treatment of people, as a race, I was almost sick. The photos that stuck in my mind the most and distressed me very much are those of American soldiers and the treatment of the Vietnamese.
One was an American soldier holding up the bombed remains of a Vietnamese soldier, his torso twisted and limbless, And he was smiling.
Or of a village of babies and there mothers piled up on a road side, full of bullets, as they tried to escape. The Americans killed a village of civilian's on orders that all must die in the way of the war.
Most of all there was a photo of a young boy, maybe 8, laying on top of his baby brother, as to protect him from gun fire. Both boys had been, as said by the journalist "finished off by the GI's". They had bullets to the head.
It makes me wonder if we are Man or Animal. And what is going through a governments head when they give orders to kill all in the way of war. The men who carry out these orders signed their own death wish when they pulled the trigger. Because how could you live with yourself after you Murdered an innocent child and it's family?