Today is the 40th anniversary of the fall of Saigon (April 30). This morning, my dad texted my mom and me.
And so began my parents’ retelling of what happened that week in 1975 to their eldest daughter, who grew up loving pizza Hot Pockets more than anything in the entire world.
There was a group of veterans there that day who were also seeing the wall for the first time. I talked to one. I told him I was Vietnamese and his reaction was literally:
He was floored. He had never met an American-born Vietnamese person before. Weird to think: If it hadn’t been for the efforts of American soldiers, like him, to successfully bring thousands of refugees to safety, I most definitely wouldn’t be here……..
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