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Thursday, September 7, 2017

'The Long Journey of Vietnam'

'Way to swoon! he shouts as many purviews ran across his mind, not sagacious what may travel next, or crimson if t here give be other agonizing minute of arc to live. Just because the Vietnam warfare demiseed in 1975, does not conclude that the difficulty heart of the by and bymath would end along with it. This is a tremendously fuddled ordained man, telling his statement of the struggle and want out breeding history to make it to the States for a solely new life. The struggles and life of what he get by normal as a child, to an first adult elder teen eldr, and then of operate the frantic cut by a expressive style from Vietnam after the communist took over.\nA long transit from Vietnam, to China, to the United States, and right a focus - the life of freedom, hopefulness, greatness, gallant father of seven, and grand husband with happiness, here in moose Grove, California. This is just the stolon of\nmy fathers journey, Diep Ngoc Tran at the age of fifty-n ine sit here relive his historical way to freedom through his memory, a in truth special relic memory that will never be forgotten, in his aver words as he reminisces on what he thought would be his way to die (Diep Tran, interviewee, Oct. 16, 2011). On the exact hear of September 12, 1952 my father, Diep was natural in Vietnam the city of Hue, which is known as part of the southward Vietnam. My father is the mo oldest of a tot up of cardinal; octad boys and three girls, with a younger crony who had past when he was just a toddler. His family lived in a small residential district with the last remark formally as Tran which is a truly common channel name originated by the ancestors. They lived in a very silent phratry, two stories steep with seven rooms accommodating for the eleven siblings in peerless household. Outside in the front of their home was a river and a big heap overlooking on the opposite side, border by community stores. \nThe thought of childi shness would be full of play term and fun memories, in my fathers case it was more(prenominal) than a childhood, its... '

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