Napalm Girl

On June 8, 1972, a South Vietnamese plane accidentally dropped flaming napalm on South Vietnamese troops and civilians. The result was an iconic picture of children, including one young naked girl (Phan Thị Kim Phúc), fleeing the napalm.

Vietnam
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na·palm/ˈnāˌpä(l)m/ noun a highly flammable sticky jelly used in incendiary bombs and flamethrowers, consisting of gasoline thickened with special soaps.
A faded black and white photograph less than a second of life, the memory is not faded. Erupting black smoke a curtain for Phan Thị Kim Phúc, nine years old, running towards us frozen naked clothes torn off painfully.
She is Napalm Girl.
Bombs bursting in air.
One foot on the ground, the other floating in the air, mouth wide open a scream we cannot hear her arms stretched out fluttering wishing she could fly away like the planes that dropped her pain.
The burning flesh, the oozing highly flammable sticky jelly crawling down her naked body. Her pain frozen captured in a photographer’s eyes. I’m going to make you famous.
Bombs bursting in air.
Image by A3DigitalStudio from Pixabay
Napalm Girl screaming from war, and we can see, feel her pain. And no one can explain to Napalm Girl why.
Bombs bursting in air.

Author: Antonio Pedro Ruiz

Antonio Ruiz is an ex-junkie-alcoholic, former seminarian, one-time radio host-producer, past community organizer, continuing to be a media advocate, retired television reporter, ex-commission executive director, once a street vendor of jewelry and gloves, waitron (waiter to you), a former bartender who drank too much on the job, an ex-motorcycle courier who learned to ride a bike just for the job, ex-airport shuttle driver, former Entertainment news director-producer, the best time of my life, one-time live TV events red carpet producer-executive producer, ex-small business consultant, ex-youth media and journalism mentor, and now a college student who also has been married three times (thirds the charm), and just couldn't help living with two other women because well, that's part of my story.

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