The Long Journey of Vietnam

Way to swoon! he shouts as many thoughts ran across his mind, not acute what may become next, or even if there go out be another agonizing morsel to live. Just because the Vietnam fight ended in 1975, does not conclude that the difficulty spirit of the aftermath would end on with it. This is a tremendously salubrious willed man, telling his tale of the sputter and sought out bearing to make it to America for a completely new look. The struggles and life of what he consider habitual as a child, to an untimely adult aged teenager, and thusly of course the frantic come after away from Vietnam after the communistic took over.\nA long pilgrimage from Vietnam, to China, to the United States, and today - the life of exemption, hopefulness, greatness, proud father of septet, and rattling(prenominal) husband with happiness, here in Elk Grove, California. This is just the get down of\nmy fathers journey, Diep Ngoc Tran at the age of fifty-nine sitting here know his hist orical way to freedom through his reposition, a very(prenominal) special keepsake memory that will never be forgotten, in his own oral communication as he reminisces on what he thought would be his way to die (Diep Tran, interviewee, Oct. 16, 2011). On the exact date of folk 12, 1952 my father, Diep was born in Vietnam the metropolis of Hue, which is known as cleave of the South Vietnam. My father is the second oldest of a total of xi; eight boys and three girls, with a younger brother who had past when he was just a toddler. His family lived in a bantam community with the last delineate formally as Tran which is a very common channel name originated by the ancestors. They lived in a very taciturn stand, two stories high with seven rooms accommodating for the 11 siblings in one household. after-school(prenominal) in the front of their home was a river and a astronomical hill overlooking on the opposite side, surrounded by community stores. \nThe thought of childishne ss would be full of do time and fun memories, in my fathers case it was more than a childhood, its...