Roger - Face to face with the Vietnamese officer who killed my friends.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TB3sfITanMc
Comments below the video:
"Loved this story. Very moving. I hope no one minds if I share something a little similar. My dad was a medic in WWII fighting in Germany & Italy. After a battle, he went in to attend to the wounded, & came across a German soldier who had his leg blown off but was still alive & conscious. My dad was able to stem his bleeding ...
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& stabilize him. My dad was able to do everything else that he needed to do & then went back to check on the German. They began to talk —-the fellow spoke English well. The man said that he dreamed of the war ending & taking his family to Florida & buying an orange grove. Just so happens that my dad had an orange in his nap sack & gave it to the man as the man was carried away as a prisoner. Before that happened, he shared his name with the man. Years later a crate of oranges ...
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was delivered by my house where I grew up. Somehow, this man survived; did move to Florida; did buy a grove & became an orange farmer. Every year thereafter we received a wonderful box of oranges with a note that said “Jerry (my Dad’s name) thank you for the orange”. They kept in touch, & on my wedding day, my dad asked me to help him find a phone (this preceded cell phones) because he heard this man’s voice in his head asking for my dad. My dad did find a phone, called this ...
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man & the man’s wife answered. She said that the man had died that morning, knew he was dying, & asked the wife to let my father know how grateful he was. Take from this what you will —-I don’t know what to make of it, but if there is a lesson, perhaps it is that fundamentally we are all connected & our natural state is not to be enemies but to be friends.