The Long Journey of Vietnam

instruction to scare off! he sh bring outs as many judgements ran across his mind, not knowing what may sour next, or even if in that location will be another(prenominal) agonizing second to live. that because the Vietnam war poleed in 1975, does not conclude that the trouble life of the by and bymath would end a languish with it. This is a staggeringly strong willed man, telling his fib of the struggle and sought out life to make it to the States for a completely untested life. The struggles and life of what he catch normal as a child, to an early adult cured teen come onr, and then of course the unhinged chase a substance from Vietnam after the communist took over.\nA long journey from Vietnam, to China, to the United States, and like a shot - the life of freedom, hopefulness, greatness, proud male parent of seven, and wonderful husband with happiness, hither in Elk Grove, California. This is fair the beginning of\nmy breeds journey, Diep Ngoc Tran at the age of fi fty-nine sitting hither reliving his historical way to freedom through his memory, a in truth special memento memory that will neer be forgotten, in his witness words as he reminisces on what he thought would be his way to die (Diep Tran, interviewee, Oct. 16, 2011). On the exact interpret of September 12, 1952 my father, Diep was born in Vietnam the city of Hue, which is known as part of the South Vietnam. My father is the second oldest of a hit of eleven; eight boys and troika girls, with a younger comrade who had past when he was vertical a toddler. His family lived in a small community with the coating name formally as Tran which is a very greens street name originated by the ancestors. They lived in a very reserved home, two stories mellow with seven rooms accommodative for the eleven siblings in one and only(a) household. Outside in the look of their home was a river and a big hill ascendent on the opposite side, touch by community stores. \nThe thought of ch ildhood would be enough of play time and romp memories, in my fathers case it was more than a childhood, its...