Letters to God by a prostitute during the Vietnam War, explaining everything going on in both America and Vietnam.

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Dear God,

I am just getting home again. Another night. A few more dallors in my pocket. I wonder if it's worth it, then I realize that I don't really have a choice anymore. I pray to you every night Lord that someday myself and my three daughters will be free from this life of abuse and fear. But days turn into weeks and weeks into months and still this life of poverty continues.

Sometimes I hear the Americans speaking about how things are in America and I start to become jealous and this yearning to be where they come from comes over me that I sometimes start to cry. I hear that the economy in America is booming and everyone has jobs. Jobs that don't include renting yourself out to strange foriegn men to keep a roof over your head and food on the table. Anyway, one of these men was speaking about his family and how they're doing so well financially.

Meanwhile, there are thousands of women here resorting to prostitution. There are young girls as young as 11 and 12 years old who are controlled by a man who tell them who they will be with on what night. I fear that my daughters will soon be forced to do the same. Well this man said he couldn't wait to go back home to his wife and children. I actually thought about what it would be like to have a place such as that one to return to but then I realized that many of these men would not be returning themselves.

Dear God,

Last night I found out that one of the men that I have been with was killed last week. Then as I was walking the streets I saw a man...