Even though I am living in the United States now, I still keep in my mind a very frightening incident that happened to my family in Viet Nam when I was a little boy twenty years ago. Before this event happened, I had had a very wonderful childhood. I lived happily with my whole family including my parents, my oldest brother, and my two uncles. My father was a captain in Vietnamese Republic Army and my uncles were pilots in Vietnamese Republic Air Force. Our lives were so happy that everyone in our family thought we could live together in happiness and warmth forever. Suddently, everything was changed unexpectedly in one day, a terrible day that the Vietnamese Republic government surrendered to the Vietnamese Communist army. As the result, the structure of my family was spilt apart. That day was a nightmare and unforgettable for me as well as my people.
             It was a mournful morning in May 1975. There was nothing to see from the window except the falling water beating on the streets and the roof of our house. They made a sound like thousands of drum beats. Outside, some Vietnamese Communist soldiers were walking along the street searching for Vietnamese Republic soldiers. Inside our house, everybody got up early in that morning, and we had breakfast together as usual. The only unusual change was two empty chairs that belonged to my two uncles
             who had flown to the united states right at the day the Communist force invaded Sai Gon. After breakfast, my father sat in the sofa. He said nothing but he looked really worried. My mother and brother sat near the window talking about the brutal policies of the Communist government. My brother looked nervous and my mother looked very anxious about what would happen to our family. Their conversation did not last too long. It was interrupted by some loud noise outside the door. In fact, we heard footsteps, shouts, and knocks outside. After a while, I
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