Ten years later, I showed up for the second time in that very same patch of jungle and red laterite roads where I spent time with the US Army.  But this time, things were different.  I brought a new me, with me.  In fact, I had no idea that I’d somehow be back ten years later, although I had that country and its sad story stuck in the corner of my mind for the decade I was away.  I had watched as the shitstorm unfurled in Cambodia, when Phnom Penh fell and the Khmer Rouge took over in 1975.  I k...