Like was said, war is hell.

I have a Vietnamese friend who was a Saigon cop, a badged, Smith & Wesson-totin' Quan Canh, working in Immigration. That's all.

His home in Cholon was visited by the "Liberators" on the first day after Saigon fell. "Nguyen" (not his name) tells me that they read his name off a list (likely "liberated" from personnel files) and informed him that the following day, they would return and he would go with them, or his entire family would go with them. He did as they ordered, to protect his family.

With a change of clothes and food for a few days, he was taken to a boat, and stood for six days in the hold. Somewhere North, he lived in a desk-sized cage for what believes was two years. After about four more years of re-education, he was returned to Saigon.

If "they" had known that his wife worked as a translator (??) for MACV-SOG, it would have been over for all of them on 1 May 75.

He and his family arrived in 1983. How? I never asked.

They are happy, successful, and forever grateful to America. Wonderful folks. Bless 'em.

Screw commies.