I was struck by the flag frenzy and communist pride all over Vietnam. Coupled with the pure capitalist hunger I felt from North to South, I was confused about which philosophical ideal was really embraced in this country. One thing I was not confused by—war guilt. The Vietnam War is called the American War here, and the Vietnamese perspective is pretty raw. They’ve overcome a lot in a short time, and who am I to begrudge a little national pride with flags? But what’s with the hammer and sickle? Nostalgia or wishful thinking?