When I woke up in the morning I just wanted to get out of that gross hotel. We went to go get breakfast. We had Pho (pronounced fuh). Pho is a Vietnamese noodle dish. I know noodles aren't breakfast food, but Vietnamese people eat noodles for breakfast almost everyday! After breakfast, we drove to Hamburger Hill. You might be thinking, "Why is it called Hamburger Hill?" Is it shaped like a hamburger? Do people sell hamburgers up there? The answer is no. It is called Hamburger Hill because there was a huge battle on the hill, and people were shot so much they looked like hamburger meat. I know. I don't like thinking about it either. But my dad thinks it is important to learn about it so it won't happen again.
The hike up hamburger Hill was very long. It was like someone splashed me with water because I was so sweaty. As we walked, my sisters and I were singing in harmony. I guess it just made us forget all of the battles. It also helped us to forget how tired and hot we were.
At the top there was a little monument. Our guide gave us each a some incense. We put the incense by the monument and stayed up there for a little while. Everything was quiet. It was like every little thing stopped and thought about what happened there.
On our way down, of course, we were singing. And it seemed like we were down in no time.
I think that the DMZ was a good experience for me to learn about the war. I hope there are no wars like that ever again.
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