A little girl watches Vietnam. The girl is 5. Vietnam, at one of her beautiful beaches, is painting. It is not long after the Vietnam War, and she wants to clear her head. She closes her eyes and paints, thinking of the sound of the shores hitting the rocks, she tries to clear her mind and relax. She thinks about the ocean. The beautiful wave, the shells you might find, but these calm pictures were soon replaced by images of dieing people, bombs exploding everywhere, and people screaming. She sees her flag, the red stripes over the yellow. She remembers running, only being guided by the stars. She sees blood. It's Everywhere. She opens her eyes and the image of the war disappears. She doesn't feel like painting anymore. She looks up at what she was painting, because she had closed her eyes and just painted what she felt in her heart. She is shocked at what she sees, picks up the canvas, and throws it at the oceans' shore line. She gets up and runs away from the sea side. The young Vietnamese girl who was watching her walks up to the picture floating in the water. It's all red, except a bright yellow star in the center.