Upon arriving at the Sơn Chà Beach, Warrant Officer Bê changed his mind and remained in the truck to return to Đà Nẵng. As soon as I stepped off the truck, displayed in front of my eyes was a scene of unimaginable shocking spectacle which made me intensely overwhelmed and deeply discouraged. A massive and chaotic sea of people had flooded the entire shoreline, just like a colony of hungry ants gathering around a cube of sugar on a colossal scale. I saw a barge at a great distance off shore completely full of soldiers and civilians. Under the scorching summer sun, they had been endured all the hardships and dangers; in full of tears and anger everyone was desperately hoping to escape this abandoned
“Forgotten Ship: A Daring Rescue As Saigon Fell” is an emotional and factual account of the devastation caused after North Vietnam defeated the South. Similar to Ha’s story,
This book is a true story about a company from 2nd Battalion, 7th Marine Regiment, during the Chosin Reservoir in November of 1950 when China was getting involved in the Korean War. The company had to hold a hill so that other Marine units could fight their way clear of the Chinese and make it to the coast to get out of North Korea.
Tan’s grandfather encouraged her mother to understand and help others, and urged her to consider the possibility of escape from Vietnam. Aged sixteen, Mai married a wealthy pharmacist eighteen years her senior. By 1981 she was preparing to escape Vietnam by boat. In early morning darkness, she left with her daughters Tan and Min, her mother, sister and brother, and 161 fellow passengers on a boat disguised as a fishing vessel. At the time, Tan Le was aged 4, her sister aged 3 and her mother, Mai Ho aged 18.
Nestled snuggly into the Blue Ridge Mountains was Ridgecrest, North Carolina. Getting there was no joke seeing as the ears popped every five minutes, but the scenery was beautiful.
The water was as clear as glass with a coolness only found in a Garden of Eden. Walter felt at peace next to that stream as the cool water caressed his face he felt refreshed. Walter and Louis cleansed themselves by the stream refreshing their bodies and minds before they continued their long trek. As Walter and Louis made it through the miles of fields they converged onto a crossroads and arrow pointing south lead to the capital of North Gyeongsang Province, Daegu while the other pointed north towards Waegwan and hill 303. Walter noted the sound of engines behind him and Louis coming from the road towards Waegwan, and immediately pulled Louis back into the fields to find cover in the tall wheat. Armored cars along with tanks passed by the boys along with hundreds of enemy troops it seemed like an advancing force heading for the American lines. Walters’s heart began to sink as he started to believe that he and Louis would be found, captured, and shot. “We can move west then back south along the enemy line and make it to an uncontested part of the American lines if we are careful.” Louis said hesitantly. Walter new better though. The enemy would spread out along the American lines and charge headlong in attacking multiple areas at once instead of concentrating on one base of attack, that’s what, happened on hill 303 the enemy spread its forces out all around the base and attacked from all sides closing
The pungent saltiness of the bayou is like the nostalgic smell of gasoline, repulsive and nauseating but irresistible. Looking in one direction I could swear that I was in the midwest. Cow pasture is stretched out for miles. Taking in the landscape completely, however, is like looking at my childhood bedroom that I shared with my sister. Although this is one place, there are two worlds here, separated into two perfectly portioned pieces. This land is a shared space between deep swamps and flat plains, with a near perfect line drawn down the center separating the two. The cows and alligators own this land for most of the year. The only time they are taken away from their home is for a week in the spring. The fertile land is transformed into T-Bois Blues Festival, an event that is the culmination of a tight knit group of friends and colleagues working together for one common goal. The desire to propagate
Living in the busy metropolitan area, it is easy to forget that we have unlimited natural beauty, that is the great outdoors, so close to home. Kansas City, Missouri is gifted with a plethora of hidden gems, all located within an hour drive. One such gem can be found in the historic riverside town of Parkville, Missouri.
We were one step closer to base, but everyone was still vigilant of any dangers. Collins began to talk about his family life and his longing to be home again. I shared how in my wildest dreams I never thought I would be in Vietnam instead of high school. Others shared their stories shared their stories and the fear which inched through our body began to leave us. We were halfway there and Collins began to joke about Vietnamese soldiers which made my comrades chuckle. I didn't hate them. In fact, I had no dislike towards any of the soldiers who I fought. The only reason I showed no compassion for them was because it was my job. So I joined in the laughter and our pace began to slow as we talked away. We were three hours into our trek and we estimated we had walked about six miles. What we didn't know is that we actually had only walked four miles. As the chatter grew louder, someone heard movement near us. We froze like ice sickles suspended from a gutter. The fear grew feverishly throughout our group with our hands glued to our guns. We heard more movement and it seemed to be running towards us. As we continued to listen for the predator, we witnessed a red fox dart past us as fast as a bullet. We all began to chuckle and look at each other with a face with emotions mixed with fear, happiness, and every emotion in between. We contiNued our trek, but at a my h faster pace. As we walked, we did not speak. We all became focused on the common
People that lived in savannah had to evacuate from the horrible hurricane Matthew. So what We did nice in Augusta to help the people was let them stay in our schools so they can have somewhere to stay. We gave them clothes we brought them things they can bath with we gave the someone to lay their heads. We were very helpful we gave them a lot of things to make them feel good. We were very mindful of the way we talk to them and we were very nice.
When we plan this trip, we thought we could hit the beach in Port St. Lucie, then coming back to Melbourne and go to the club for some dancing and a few drinks. To our surprise, on the way to Port St. Lucie, a dark cloud started to build over the sky where the sunshine faded away from the sky. Where the thunder grew near and viewing the lightening strike down, it started to rain and further south we went, the rain just didn’t stop! The time that we reached Holly’s house, the rain began to decease but we decided to see her town instead and go to the local mall. Not the first plan, although just as fun.
Driving in the open country air, where my radio is cranked up as loud as my ears can take it. Bumps from small white rocks hitting against all four black tires, making me rock back and forth, up and down. Feeling that high speed while dust is flying all over. Also drinking a cold ice melted saccharine tea, will give you tooth decay. Transitioning from rock to cement road changes my state of mind from free range to a seriousness since there’s more cars on paved roads.
As our plane landed, all I could see was green around the dirt landing strip. Trees, bushes, and tall grass crowded my view of the jeep that would take us to the cabins. We piled our duffel back in the back and drove off. Once my family and I arrived, the managers and staff all welcomed us. Everyone was so friendly! They showed us around where we would be staying for the next week; the view from our cabin was breathtaking. We could walk out of our cabin and an elephant would be standing less than 15 feet away eating leaves in the cool shade of the tree. The morning after we had arrived and were all settled in, we went on a game drive. We did not go on these game drives to kill, just to observe the animals in their natural habitat. Therefore,
Life however did not seem fair for them as they soon had to endure yet another battle against communism. Again, the haunting nightmare of escaping the shadow of death appeared before their eyes. Ships arrived from Taiwan and were ready to take on passengers. They departed in a small 67 metre Taiwanese ship, which had a total of 2300 passengers on board. My family had become ‘Vietnamese boat people’ and had to face terrible hardship before arriving to Australia. They had to suffer two years of living in a ship without adequate food and escape from pirates in the middle of the ocean. Adults and children were dying on the ship because of malnutrition. Life was hanging by a piece of thread but because of the support and spirit of each other; they survived through the unutterable trauma which subsequently reinforced their relationship. Their experience has profoundly ingrained itself in me, allowing me to realise how special it is to have my family safe and close to me. These experiences which show endurance, courage and bravery, have directly affected the values, attitudes and beliefs which I now maintain as they allow me to understand the importance of my family as being something irreplaceable and invaluable. I value my family beyond anything else in the world and will continue to sustain this belief.
The police id. Watch out. I made a change of plans to seeamp an homeless people are given my tent, this sense of the kindness touched me hart. It's difficult toget lost because everything is baked in this one town.
The warm breeze of the ocean air flies past my face. The heat of the yellow sun was sizzling, beating down against my skin, tanning and burning it within seconds. Beach goers were crowded around in all directions. Seagulls gliding past the groups of people, scouting for dropped or forgotten food to eat. Their little footprints marking a trail in the sand all over the place, going in a million different directions, searching for their next meal. I take in the exquisiteness of it all, the blue-green waves crashing into the sandy shore, making white foam and bubbles wash into the sea, little boys and girls that are digging in the bright white sand running away from the small waves before they get wet. The beach is a stunning place to be; there's just something about the ocean waves and the sand between my toes that makes me just want to stay there forever.