I had reserved our hotel room for a couple more days so we could soak in this amazing city.

We walked out of the hotel and was welcomed by already busy people. I smiled despite the cramps I could feel in the core of my body. We had only walked for a block until Yao stopped me from walking. He knew what was going on. I did as well, but it hurt too much to think about. By now, my pain was indescribable. It was like I could feel my people's anger and fighting.

Well, I actually could.

Yao looked at me worriedly, but he had determination in his honey brown eyes. "Lien, do not be stubborn any longer. that stubbornness will all be in vain." What? What was happening to me; to us?

We were in a street that was not as busy as the Main Street; there were less people here.. Less people to notice this event.

Suddenly, we were back in Vietnam. There was something different - something off.. Then it all hit me at once.

I could feel a revolt and killing happening in me; in my home land.

I saw the dead bodies whose faces were still frozen in a frightened expression.

I screamed out as I saw guns being pointed at me. I didn't want my people to die; I didn't care which side they were on.

I fell to my knees and crouched down as I felt the bullets pass through my body; bombs exploding into the air. My breathing was frantic, my chest burning because of all the smoke in the air.

It was not Yao who was comforting me now. It was Alfie, the American man who had promised me democracy and freedom; not communism in which the North wanted. However, I was the North. I was the South. I felt myself splitting into two - two women who each wanted the best for their people. Two women who would put their people's lives on the line to achieve their goals.

I cannot describe how agonizing the splitting felt. Alfie and Yao were fighting each other now; and Ivan was there with Yao.

I hadn't realized how much time I spent with these countries I knew so little about. I just knew that Aflie was a country who resented Communism, and Ivan and Yao had loved the idea of Communism.

I cried as I saw a girl identical to myself stand in front of me. She wore a green military uniform that had a band which showcased the (at the time) Northern Vietnamese flag. In her eyes were determination, but also the hint of bloodlust. I, am now the South. She held a gun to my chest, while I did the same to her.

I could see the hurt in her eyes. I could feel the adrenaline pumping in both of our veins. My eyes were blurred with tears, and I lowered my gun.

She took this moment of me being vulnerable to shoot me.

I wouldn't give up without a fight. I took this opportunity to shoot her as well, and she coughed up blood. I was crazed now; the Americans were by my side, but they too had killed my Southern brothers.

I saw poorly crafted and small boats carry dozens of people away from me. Where they were heading, I did not know. It did my heart no good to see my own people scared to live with me, in their homeland. I saw children hiding with their parents in their homes; the rich immediately flew to America or Europe. The poor.. They were bombed or killed mercilessly. The lucky ones lived until they could afford a way out.

Now, it was not just Alfie, Yao, Ivan and I. There were many other countries now helping and going against me. The Soviet Union and the United States were fighting the Cold War, and the Korean War had left the Korean Peninsula separated into two countries: the North and the South.

It was near time to see if I would have the same fate.

The North had a staggering amount of support from countries that were either Communist or did not like Alfie. It took so much to fight myself.

Alfie was the man who was persistent but somehow got into my heart. When Yao had forgotten about me, Alfie had been there to comfort me. Now, I am fighting him. At the same time, I feel hatred and love for Yao.

I am so conflicted. Who am I? Who am I supposed to be with? Who can I trust?

There is so much conflict in me.

I have so much scars from this time. Sometimes I feel conservative like the North had been, but I also feel carefree and happy like the South was like.

I am conflicted.