The young Vietnamese woman lay on the treatment table in our small clinic in DaNang. I studied her bleeding foot, surgical needle in hand, my heart pounding.

Just a few weeks earlier, I’d never even held such a needle.

Now I was going to be responsible for stitching up her wound.

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