Tag: Saving the Vietnamese Orphans
I was a eight, just a few months shy of nine at the time my oldest brother was killed and my parents’ hearts were intractably broken. I am the youngest of their seven children, my only sister was the oldest, with five brothers in-between. Don was born on my sister’s first birthday, March 6, 1948.
The words “Operation Babylift” had a muted familiarity to me. I was 13 years old at the time the United States Military was forced by the 94th Congress to pull out of Southeast Asia. But my interest grew and Bob described to me an event which would come to be known as one of the greatest humanitarian efforts of the 20th Century.
The unit went about another 1000 yards and came upon a complex of caves. While exploring these, we found a complete hospital unit and the medicines that were stockpiled where from Berkeley College in California!
Lanh, I am getting old now, and it’s been many years since that dreadful war in your homeland took your precious life. I remember the times we had together (too few), in between patrols and missions, when we talked about getting married.
There are no other patriotic books for young children written about the Vietnam Era. Emerging generations need to know the stories of heroism and honor that came out of the Vietnam War.
I have referred to myself as a Gold Star Sister at times, but just to abbreviate the truth that I lost a brother to war, not to assume the distinction of a parent who has lost their child violently and much to soon to combat or the freak happenstances that are part of war. In fact, I thank God that I have never suffered as my parents suffered. I am the mother of four and the best 25 years of my life have been spent being their mommy, mentor, and friend.