Charlie's Gift

I pulled the map out one last time, and mentally retraced my steps.

I had had to brush up on my 70's pop-culture references to translate that my father had buried treasure here in Vietnam.

I had had to consult a dozen atlases and road maps of the country from that timeframe to find the likely area.

I had had to pawn most of my belongings to get over here.

I had had to spend a week walking around before I found this, the likely spot.

I dug.

I had had no knowledge of what landmines sounded like before then.