Children of the Vietnam War

Born overseas to Vietnamese mothers and U.S. servicemen, Amerasians brought hard-won resilience to their lives in America

By David Lamb
Photographs by Catherine Karnow
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Vietnamese Amerasians celebrating their heritage

Once shunned by many, Vietnamese Amerasians now celebrate their heritage (a San Jose gala in 2008). At a similar gathering, many in the audience wept when an Amerasian family that had just arrived in the United States was introduced. (Catherine Karnow)

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The cavernous Chinese restaurant in a San Jose mall where Amerasians gathered for their gala filled quickly. Tickets were $40—and $60 if a guest wanted wine and a "VIP seat" near the stage. Plastic flowers adorned each table and there were golden dragons on the walls. Next to an American flag stood the flag of South Vietnam, a country that has not existed for 34 years. An honor guard of five former South Vietnamese servicemen marched smartly to the front of the room. Le Tho, a former lieutenant who had spent 11 years in a re-education camp, called them to attention as a scratchy recording sounded the national anthems of the United States and South Vietnam. Some in the audience wept when the guest of honor, Tran Ngoc Dung, was introduced. Dung, her husband and six children had arrived in the United States just two weeks earlier, having left Vietnam thanks to the Homecoming Act, which remains in force but receives few applications these days. The Trans were farmers and spoke no English. A rough road lay ahead, but, Dung said, "This is like a dream I've been living for 30 years." A woman approached the stage and pressed several $100 bills into her hand.

I asked some Amerasians if they were expecting Le Van Minh, who lived not far away in a two-bedroom house, to come to the gala. They had never heard of Minh. I called Minh, now a man of 37, with a wife from Vietnam and two children, 12 and 4. Among the relatives he brought to the United States is the mother who threw him out of the house 27 years ago.

Minh uses crutches and a wheelchair to get around his home and a specially equipped 1990 Toyota to crisscross the neighborhoods where he distributes newspapers. He usually rises shortly after midnight and doesn't finish his route until 8 a.m. He says he's too busy for any spare-time activities but hopes to learn how to barbecue one day. He doesn't think much about his past life as a beggar in the streets of Saigon. I asked him if he thought life had given him a fair shake.

"Fair? Oh, absolutely, yes. I'm not angry at anyone," said Minh, a survivor to the core.

David Lamb wrote about Singapore in the September 2007 issue.
Catherine Karnow, born and raised in Hong Kong, has photographed extensively in Vietnam.

Editor's Note: An earlier version of this article said that Jimmy Miller served in the military for 35 years. He served for 30 years. We apologize for the error.

They grew up as the leftovers of an unpopular war, straddling two worlds but belonging to neither. Most never knew their fathers. Many were abandoned by their mothers at the gates of orphanages. Some were discarded in garbage cans. Schoolmates taunted and pummeled them and mocked the features that gave them the face of the enemy—round blue eyes and light skin, or dark skin and tight curly hair if their soldier-dads were African-Americans. Their destiny was to become waifs and beggars, living in the streets and parks of South Vietnam's cities, sustained by a single dream: to get to America and find their fathers.

But neither America nor Vietnam wanted the kids known as Amerasians and commonly dismissed by the Vietnamese as "children of the dust"—as insignificant as a speck to be brushed aside. "The care and welfare of these unfortunate children...has never been and is not now considered an area of government responsibility," the U.S. Defense Department said in a 1970 statement. "Our society does not need these bad elements," the Vietnamese director of social welfare in Ho Chi Minh City (formerly Saigon) said a decade later. As adults, some Amerasians would say that they felt cursed from the start. When, in early April 1975, Saigon was falling to Communist troops from the north and rumors spread that southerners associated with the United States might be massacred, President Gerald Ford announced plans to evacuate 2,000 orphans, many of them Amerasians. Operation Babylift's first official flight crashed in the rice paddies outside Saigon, killing 144 people, most of them children. South Vietnamese soldiers and civilians gathered at the site, some to help, others to loot the dead. Despite the crash, the evacuation program continued another three weeks.

"I remember that flight, the one that crashed," says Nguyen Thi Phuong Thuy. "I was about 6, and I'd been playing in the trash near the orphanage. I remember holding the nun's hand and crying when we heard. It was like we were all born under a dark star." She paused to dab at her eyes with tissue. Thuy, whom I met on a trip to Vietnam in March 2008, said she had never tried to locate her parents because she had no idea where to start. She recalls her adoptive Vietnamese parents arguing about her, the husband shouting, "Why did you have to get an Amerasian?" She was soon sent off to live with another family.

Thuy seemed pleased to find someone interested in her travails. Over coffee and Cokes in a hotel lobby, she spoke in a soft, flat voice about the "half-breed dog" taunts she heard from neighbors, of being denied a ration card for food, of sneaking out of her village before others rose at sunrise to sit alone on the beach for hours and about taking sleeping pills at night to forget the day. Her hair was long and black, her face angular and attractive. She wore jeans and a T-shirt. She looked as American as anyone I might have passed in the streets of Des Moines or Denver. Like most Amerasians still in Vietnam, she was uneducated and unskilled. In 1992 she met another Amerasian orphan, Nguyen Anh Tuan, who said to her, "We don't have a parent's love. We are farmers and poor. We should take care of each other." They married and had two daughters and a son, now 11, whom Thuy imagines as the very image of the American father she has never seen. "What would he say today if he knew he had a daughter and now a grandson waiting for him in Vietnam?" she asked.

No one knows how many Amerasians were born—and ultimately left behind in Vietnam—during the decade-long war that ended in 1975. In Vietnam's conservative society, where premarital chastity is traditionally observed and ethnic homogeneity embraced, many births of children resulting from liaisons with foreigners went unregistered. According to the Amerasian Independent Voice of America and the Amerasian Fellowship Association, advocacy groups recently formed in the United States, no more than a few hundred Amerasians remain in Vietnam; the groups would like to bring all of them to the United States. The others—some 26,000 men and women now in their 30s and 40s, together with 75,000 Vietnamese they claimed as relatives—began to be resettled in the United States after Representative Stewart B. McKinney of Connecticut called their abandonment a "national embarrassment" in 1980 and urged fellow Americans to take responsibility for them.

But no more than 3 percent found their fathers in their adoptive homeland. Good jobs were scarce. Some Amerasians were vulnerable to drugs, became gang members and ended up in jail. As many as half remained illiterate or semi-illiterate in both Vietnamese and English and never became U.S. citizens. The mainstream Vietnamese-American population looked down on them, assuming that their mothers were prostitutes—which was sometimes the case, though many of the children were products of longer-term, loving relationships, including marriages. Mention Amerasians and people would roll their eyes and recite an old saying in Vietnam: Children without a father are like a home without a roof.

The massacres that President Ford had feared never took place, but the Communists who came south after 1975 to govern a reunited Vietnam were hardly benevolent rulers. Many orphanages were closed, and Amerasians and other youngsters were sent off to rural work farms and re-education camps. The Communists confiscated wealth and property and razed many of the homes of those who had supported the American-backed government of South Vietnam. Mothers of Amerasian children destroyed or hid photographs, letters and official papers that offered evidence of their American connections. "My mother burned everything," says William Tran, now a 38-year-old computer engineer in Illinois. "She said, ‘I can't have a son named William with the Viet Cong around.' It was as though your whole identity was swept away." Tran came to the United States in 1990 after his mother remarried and his stepfather threw him out of the house.

Hoi Trinh was still a schoolboy in the turbulent postwar years when he and his schoolteacher parents, both Vietnamese, were uprooted in Saigon and, joining an exodus of two million southerners, were forced into one of the "new economic zones" to be farmers. He remembers taunting Amerasians. Why? "It didn't occur to me then how cruel it was. It was really a matter of following the crowd, of copying how society as a whole viewed them. They looked so different than us.... They weren't from a family. They were poor. They mostly lived on the street and didn't go to school like us."

I asked Trinh how Amerasians had responded to being confronted in those days. "From what I remember," he said, "they would just look down and walk away."

Trinh eventually left Vietnam with his family, went to Australia and became a lawyer. When I first met him, in 1998, he was 28 and working out of his bedroom in a cramped Manila apartment he shared with 16 impoverished Amerasians and other Vietnamese refugees. He was representing, pro bono, 200 or so Amerasians and their family members scattered through the Philippines, negotiating their futures with the U.S. Embassy in Manila. For a decade, the Philippines had been a sort of halfway house where Amerasians could spend six months, learning English and preparing for their new lives in the United States. But U.S. officials had revoked the visas of these 200 for a variety of reasons—fighting, excessive use of alcohol, medical problems, "anti-social" behavior. Vietnam would not take them back and the Manila government maintained that the Philippines was only a transit center. They lived in a stateless twilight zone. But over the course of five years, Trinh managed to get most of the Amerasians and scores of Vietnamese boat people trapped in the Philippines resettled in the United States, Australia, Canada and Norway.

When one of the Amerasians in a Philippine refugee camp committed suicide, Trinh adopted the man's 4-year-old son and helped him become an Australian citizen. "It wasn't until I went to the Philippines that I learned of the Amerasians' issues and ordeals in Vietnam," Trinh told me. "I've always believed that what you sow is what you get. If we are treated fairly and with tenderness, we will grow up being exactly like that. If we are wronged and discriminated against and abused in our childhood, like some of the Amerasians were, chances are we will grow up not being able to think, rationalize or function like other ‘normal' people."

After being defeated at Dien Bien Phu in 1954 and forced to withdraw from Vietnam after nearly a century of colonial rule, France quickly evacuated 25,000 Vietnamese children of French parentage and gave them citizenship. For Amerasians the journey to a new life would be much tougher. About 500 of them left for the United States with Hanoi's approval in 1982 and 1983, but Hanoi and Washington—which did not then have diplomatic relations—could not agree on what to do with the vast majority who remained in Vietnam. Hanoi insisted they were American citizens who were not discriminated against and thus could not be classified as political refugees. Washington, like Hanoi, wanted to use the Amerasians as leverage for settling larger issues between the two countries. Not until 1986, in secret negotiations covering a range of disagreements, did Washington and Hanoi hold direct talks on Amerasians' future.

But by then the lives of an American photographer, a New York congressman, a group of high-school students in Long Island and a 14-year-old Amerasian boy named Le Van Minh had unexpectedly intertwined to change the course of history.

In October 1985, Newsday photographer Audrey Tiernan, age 30, on assignment in Ho Chi Minh City, felt a tug on her pant leg. "I thought it was a dog or a cat," she recalled. "I looked down and there was Minh. It broke my heart." Minh, with long lashes, hazel eyes, a few freckles and a handsome Caucasian face, moved like a crab on all four limbs, likely the result of polio. Minh's mother had thrown him out of the house at the age of 10, and at the end of each day his friend, Thi, would carry the stricken boy on his back to an alleyway where they slept. On that day in 1985, Minh looked up at Tiernan with a hint of a wistful smile and held out a flower he had fashioned from the aluminum wrapper in a pack of cigarettes. The photograph Tiernan snapped of him was printed in newspapers around the world.

The next year, four students from Huntington High School in Long Island saw the picture and decided to do something. They collected 27,000 signatures on a petition to bring Minh to the United States for medical attention.They asked Tiernan and their congressman, Robert Mrazek, for help.

"Funny, isn't it, how something that changed so many lives emanated from the idealism of some high-school kids," says Mrazek, who left Congress in 1992 and now writes historical fiction and nonfiction. Mrazek recalls telling the students that getting Minh to the United States was unlikely. Vietnam and the United States were enemies and had no official contacts; at this low point, immigration had completely stopped. Humanitarian considerations carried no weight. "I went back to Washington feeling very guilty," he says. "The students had come to see me thinking their congressman could change the world and I, in effect, had told them I couldn't." But, he asked himself, would it be possible to find someone at the U.S. State Department and someone from Vietnam's delegation to the United Nations willing to make an exception? Mrazek began making phone calls and writing letters.

Several months later, in May 1987, he flew to Ho Chi Minh City. Mrazek had found a senior Vietnamese official who thought that helping Minh might lead to improved relations with the United States, and the congressman had persuaded a majority of his colleagues in the House of Representatives to press for help with Minh's visa. He could bring the boy home with him. Mrazek had hardly set his feet on Vietnamese soil before the kids were tagging along. They were Amerasians. Some called him "Daddy." They tugged at his hand to direct him to the shuttered church where they lived. Another 60 or 70 Amerasians were camped in the yard. The refrain Mrazek kept hearing was, "I want to go to the land of my father."

"It just hit me," Mrazek says. "We weren't talking about just the one boy. There were lots of these kids, and they were painful reminders to the Vietnamese of the war and all it had cost them. I thought, ‘Well, we're bringing one back. Let's bring them all back, at least the ones who want to come.' "

Two hundred Huntington High students were on hand to greet Minh, Mrazek and Tiernan when their plane landed at New York's Kennedy International Airport.

Mrazek had arranged for two of his Centerport, New York, neighbors, Gene and Nancy Kinney, to be Minh's foster parents. They took him to orthopedists and neurologists, but his muscles were so atrophied "there was almost nothing left in his legs," Nancy says. When Minh was 16, the Kinneys took him to see the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in Washington, D.C., pushing him in his new wheelchair and pausing so the boy could study the black granite wall. Minh wondered if his father was among the 58,000 names engraved on it.

"Minh stayed with us for 14 months and eventually ended up in San Jose, California," says Nancy, a physical therapist. "We had a lot of trouble raising him. He was very resistant to school and had no desire to get up in the morning. He wanted dinner at midnight because that's when he'd eaten on the streets in Vietnam." In time, Minh calmed down and settled into a normal routine. "I just grew up," he recalled. Minh, now 37 and a newspaper distributor, still talks regularly on the phone with the Kinneys. He calls them Mom and Dad.

Mrazek, meanwhile, turned his attention to gaining passage of the Amerasian Homecoming Act, which he had authored and sponsored. In the end, he sidestepped normal Congressional procedures and slipped his three-page immigration bill into a 1,194-page appropriations bill, which Congress quickly approved and President Ronald Reagan signed in December 1987. The new law called for bringing Amerasians to the United States as immigrants, not refugees, and granted entry to almost anyone who had the slightest touch of a Western appearance. The Amerasians who had been so despised in Vietnam had a passport—their faces—to a new life, and because they could bring family members with them, they were showered with gifts, money and attention by Vietnamese seeking free passage to America. With the stroke of a pen, the children of dust had become the children of gold.

"It was wild," says Tyler Chau Pritchard, 40, who lives in Rochester, Minnesota, and was part of a 1991 Amerasian emigration from Vietnam. "Suddenly everyone in Vietnam loved us. It was like we were walking on clouds. We were their meal ticket, and people offered a lot of money to Amerasians willing to claim them as mothers and grandparents and siblings."

Counterfeit marriage licenses and birth certificates began appearing on the black market. Bribes for officials who would substitute photographs and otherwise alter documents for "families" applying to leave rippled through the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Once the "families" reached the United States and checked into one of 55 transit centers, from Utica, New York, to Orange County, California, the new immigrants would often abandon their Amerasian benefactors and head off on their own.

It wasn't long before unofficial reports began to detail mental-health problems in the Amerasian community. "We were hearing stories about suicides, deep-rooted depression, an inability to adjust to foster homes," says Fred Bemak, a professor at George Mason University who specializes in refugee mental-health issues and was enlisted by the National Institute for Mental Health to determine what had gone wrong. "We'd never seen anything like this with any refugee group."

Many Amerasians did well in their new land, particularly those who had been raised by their Vietnamese mothers, those who had learned English and those who ended up with loving foster or adoptive parents in the United States. But in a 1991-92 survey of 170 Vietnamese Amerasians nationwide, Bemak found that some 14 percent had attempted suicide; 76 percent wanted, at least occasionally, to return to Vietnam. Most were eager to find their fathers, but only 33 percent knew his name.

"Amerasians had 30 years of trauma, and you can't just turn that around in a short period of time or undo what happened to them in Vietnam," says Sandy Dang, a Vietnamese refugee who came to the United States in 1981 and has run an outreach program for Asian youths in Washington, D.C. "Basically they were unwanted children. In Vietnam, they weren't accepted as Vietnamese and in America they weren't considered Americans. They searched for love but usually didn't find it. Of all the immigrants in the United States, the Amerasians, I think, are the group that's had the hardest time finding the American Dream."

But Amerasians are also survivors, their character steeled by hard times, and not only have they toughed it out in Vietnam and the United States, they are slowly carving a cultural identity, based on the pride—not the humiliation—of being Amerasian. The dark shadows of the past are receding, even in Vietnam, where discrimination against Amerasians has faded. They're learning how to use the American political system to their advantage and have lobbied Congress for passage of a bill that would grant citizenship to all Amerasians in the United States. And under the auspices of groups like the Amerasian Fellowship Association, they are holding regional "galas" around the country—sit-down dinners with music and speeches and hosts in tuxedos—that attract 500 or 600 "brothers and sisters" and celebrate the Amerasian community as a unique immigrant population.

Jimmy Miller, a quality inspector for Triumph Composite Systems Inc., a Spokane, Washington, company making parts for Boeing jets, considers himself one of the fortunate ones. His grandmother in Vung Tau took him in while his mother served a five-year sentence in a re-education camp for trying to flee Vietnam. He says his grandmother filled him with love and hired an "underground" teacher to tutor him in English. "If she hadn't done that, I'd be illiterate," Miller says. At age 22, in 1990, he came to the United States with a third-grade education and passed the GED to earn a high-school diploma. It was easy convincing the U.S. consular officer who interviewed him in Ho Chi Minh City that he was the son of an American. He had a picture of his father, Sgt. Maj. James A. Miller II, exchanging wedding vows with Jimmy's mother, Kim, who was pregnant with him at the time. He carries the picture in his wallet to this day.

Jimmy's father, James, retired from the U.S. Army in 1977 after a 30-year career. In 1994, he was sitting with his wife, Nancy, on a backyard swing at their North Carolina home, mourning the loss of his son from a previous marriage, James III, who had died of AIDS a few months earlier, when the telephone rang. On the line was Jimmy's sister, Trinh, calling from Spokane, and in typically direct Vietnamese fashion, before even saying hello, she asked, "Are you my brother's father?" "Excuse me?" James replied. She repeated the question, saying she had tracked him down with the help of a letter bearing a Fayetteville postmark he had written Kim years earlier. She gave him Jimmy's telephone number.

James called his son ten minutes later, but mispronounced his Vietnamese name—Nhat Tung—and Jimmy, who had spent four years looking for his father, politely told the caller he had the wrong number and hung up. His father called back. "Your mother's name is Kim, right?" he said. "Your uncle is Marseille? Is your aunt Phuong Dung, the famous singer?" Jimmy said yes to each question. There was a pause as James caught his breath. "Jimmy," he said, "I have something to tell you. I am your dad."

"I can't tell you how tickled I was Jim owned up to his own child," says Nancy. "I have never seen a man happier in my life. He got off the phone and said, "‘My son Jimmy is alive!'" Nancy could well understand the emotions swirling through her husband and new stepson; she had been born in Germany shortly after World War II, the daughter of a U.S. serviceman she never knew and a German mother.

Over the next two years, the Millers crossed the country several times to spend weeks with Jimmy, who, like many Amerasians, had taken his father's name. "These Amerasians are pretty amazing," Nancy said. "They've had to scrap for everything. But you know the only thing that boy ever asked for? It was for unconditional fatherly love. That's all he ever wanted." James Miller died in 1996, age 66, while dancing with Nancy at a Christmas party.

Before flying to San Jose, California, for an Amerasian regional banquet, I called former Representative Bob Mrazek to ask how he viewed the Homecoming Act on its 20th anniversary. He said that there had been times when he had questioned the wisdom of his efforts. He mentioned the instances of fraud, the Amerasians who hadn't adjusted to their new lives, the fathers who had rejected their sons and daughters. "That stuff depressed the hell out of me, knowing that so often our good intentions had been frustrated," he said.

But wait, I said, that's old news. I told him about Jimmy Miller and about Saran Bynum, an Amerasian who is the office manager for actress-singer Queen Latifah and runs her own jewelry business. (Bynum, who lost her New Orleans home in Hurricane Katrina, says, "Life is beautiful. I consider myself blessed to be alive.") I told him about Tiger Woods look-alike Canh Oxelson, who has an undergraduate degree from the University of San Francisco, a master's degree from Harvard and is dean of students at one of Los Angeles' most prestigious preparatory schools, Harvard-Westlake in North Hollywood. And I told him about the Amerasians who got off welfare and are giving voice to the once-forgotten children of a distant war.

"You've made my day," Mrazek said.

"Fair? Oh, absolutely, yes. I'm not angry at anyone," said Minh, a survivor to the core.

David Lamb wrote about Singapore in the September 2007 issue.
Catherine Karnow, born and raised in Hong Kong, has photographed extensively in Vietnam.

Editor's Note: An earlier version of this article said that Jimmy Miller served in the military for 35 years. He served for 30 years. We apologize for the error.

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Comments (91)

My mother is Amerasian. Isare there organizatios/resources out there that can help her locate herfather? We've lived in the states for 23 years. This would help her piece together ther past and identity. Thank you...

Posted by dieu le on May 8,2013 | 01:28 AM

this was an amazing article. i thought i was going to cry... thats how sad it was

Posted by on April 30,2013 | 04:34 PM

Hi..my father served in vietnam and has a child born there. His name is Haywood Clark. Im looking for my sister. My father Haywood died in 1986 in the US Washington DC. I want to find my sister and unite with her along with our other siblings.

Posted by Kimberly Clark Webb on April 24,2013 | 12:38 PM

In December 1972 a baby girl was born to Hong Thi Chau. She was born in my brothers bed on the base in Da Nang. My brother went missing in action in January 1973. I need to find her and reunite her with her mother, my brothers wife Thank you, Linda

Posted by Linda Moreau on March 13,2013 | 12:57 AM

I was in Vietnam in 1969-1970, I was stationed in Ling Bien during that time, a young lady was pregnant with my child when my term was up, I never heard anything from her from that point on. I really did love her and our expectant child. I would love to find out if she or my child is still living. The village was just outside the gate of the 117th aviation.

Posted by Sam Scarbough on March 10,2013 | 12:43 PM

My mom is mix with white ii been trying for a couple of years to help her find her father that was a sargent in vietname war n e help or suggestions

Posted by jenny huynh on February 11,2013 | 12:10 PM

I am a African American, Vietnam vet who served in 1970. I am a firm believer that I left at least one child in Vietnam. This article moved this old man to tears knowing what the person(s)I left behind must have gone through. Seeing what the Vietnamese people endured during that war amazed me. The war was a day to day life for them. After it was over, it must have been a living hell that continued for decades. It's a beautiful country with beautiful people. Thanks to all who made this article.

Posted by Daryl on December 21,2012 | 07:06 PM

Great article! My mother is Vietnamese and came to the USA in Operation Baby Lift, and my father is African American. I was born in 1988 in the USA. It bothers me to know that people of a similar background as me went through these issues in Vietnam, the USA and other countries, but I'm glad that I read this, it was very informative. Many thanks!

Posted by KP on September 28,2012 | 09:32 AM

while my brother George cornelious smith was in the army, He met a young ladies, who was from china, during the vietnam war,where he fathered two sons, eric and rafael. we lost contact with their grandmother about them. They are grown now, and they have a grandmother who is 84 years old, that think about them all the time latel. we are looking for any information concerning them. Mother name was maling.

Posted by evon smith on July 25,2012 | 08:12 PM

My brother, Steve Davies, fathered a baby girl in either June or July, 1969. He was stationed in a town called Pleiku or Pleiko in the central Highlands of Vietnam. He worked and lived on the air force base and worked in avionics at the helicopter base. He fell in love with a Vietnamese woman who was also part French. She did not speak English. My brother remembers her name, probably the last, as "Huong" or "Huwong". She called him "Davey", because of his last name. He was there for the birth of their baby girl and wanted to marry this woman. But when he went home to the U.S. (he was in Vietnam for 19 months), his father insisted he cut all ties. He was broken hearted, but followed his father. Now Steve is in his early 60's, is married, but always wonders what happened to his daughter. If anyone knows anything, or if there is a registry, please contact me. Thank you for any help or advice you can give us. Carol Renard Florida

Posted by Carol Renard on June 3,2012 | 12:18 PM

I am looking for a girl that worked in pleiku in 1972. her name is Phu Nguyen. she worked in the messhall in camp holloway. and we had a place in pleiku. but she moved to the Bien Ho area where her mom left her a house. I was a security Gaurd in camp holloway 1971-1972. Phu where are you?????????

Posted by george delano Dennie on May 27,2012 | 03:05 AM

My father speaks of a child he fathered in Vietnam I would like to locate this child and bring him or her to meet the father they never knew my father was a marine his name is Domingo L. Medina thank you very much

Posted by Rita Medina on April 8,2012 | 12:10 AM

My sister and I were probably two of the lucky few. We were both born in Vietnam during the 60's to an American father and a Vietnamese mother. My dad married my mom and took us back to the US with him. Reading this story makes me realize how lucky we were to have our parents.

So many orphans in a war some 40+ years ago, still not knowing what has become of either both parents or at least one is I'm sure the most difficult thing anybody can deal with. May God bless you all, and I hope one day you can find peace.

Posted by Renee Wood on March 23,2012 | 06:28 PM

Such a touching story. My husband was 18 months in Vietnam - before I married him. I doubt he fathered any children there as he would have told me.

Posted by Moiraz on February 26,2012 | 11:53 PM

I just recently found out that my father JOE THOMAS, while in the Navy from around 1962 to probably 1964 was stationed in Hong Kong. Lived with a woman and she had a son. I do not know their names or exactly where they lived. If anyone has been looking for their father that were born in this time period and is looking for their father as now I would like to know who the family is. I was told my father was writing to her and then couldnt find her and lost touch later. I believe she may have sent a picture to my dad later. My dad is from Waxahachie, TX. Please let me know if this sounds familiar. Thank you.

Posted by Candace Thomas Keele on February 7,2012 | 11:32 AM

My name in Vietnamese was Huynh Thi Man. I was in a Catholic orphanage until adopted. I know my parents where forced by Vietnamese government to raise my brother (Ha van Doung)as catholics so they could adopt us. If anyone has information on this orphanage or who my parent could possibly be please email me at braxton_audra@comcast.net. Or if they information on this orphanage please email me. I came to the states in 1971. Thank you.

Posted by Audra Braxton on January 29,2012 | 11:23 PM

Hi all. My parents are Amerasian, which makes me an Amerasian. both my parents have never met their fathers. I don't have any information about my mom's dad, but I do have a tiny (probably useless) bit of information about my dad's dad. First, my dad's name is Kiet Nguyen, he was born on April 25 1966. His american dad had a relationship with my grandmother who's name is Xuan Nguyen (club dancer). Prior to having had my dad, my grandmother also have had 4 other children with a different man. Within those 4, there's a set of twins. I think my grandfather's name is "Mike" or "Matt" Galaki or something like that, my grandma has bad pronunciation. I wish I had more information, but my grandmother was forced to destroy all evidence of a relationship with an american soldier in order to save her and her kids lives.

If anyone has any information, please email me at jayemen@yahoo.com

Posted by Mai Nguyen on December 23,2011 | 03:19 PM

I'm posting this for my mother. She was born on April 30, a couple years before the war ended in 1975. She's looking for her father, a man who went by Al. He married her mother at the Green Hotel in Vung Tau, Vietnam. He took my grandmother to Bien Hoa for prenatal care, I believe. On his shoulder was a patch that bore K.L.6. I don't know what the significance is. I do not know his last name, or his rank, just that he wasn't a private. I don't know his terms of service either. He is African American and toured when he was twenty years old. If you have any information, please contact nisadang94@gmail.com. IT is believed that my grandfather hailed from Chicago, Illinois. He knew my grandmother as Kim Pho. If you have any information on DNA tests and how to go about finding my grandfather, please contact me.

Posted by Nisa Dang on December 11,2011 | 05:02 PM

My husband left Vietnam when he was seven. His aunt worked for the United States Embassy and were granted to leave Vietnam. His mother chose to stay behind and he left with three aunts his grandparents and his sister. My husband has no idea who his father is. His mother, who he came to the States about eight years ago, really doesn't say much. I would love for him to know who his father was but where do you start?? It really is a hard situation.

Posted by LORENA NGUYEN on November 9,2011 | 07:43 PM

I've been looking for my two identical uncles fled Vietnam prior to 1975 on Military helicopter. I heard my two uncles stayed at catholic orphanage before they fled.

My uncle's name (Vietnamese name): Dang Minh Tam & Dang Minh Can. Siblings: Dang Minh Do, Dang Minh Ngoc (deceased a year ago). Father: Dang Minh Gioi deceased in 1982.

Hometown: Street - Cach Mang Thang Tam, across from nuong nam my huong, can tho.

My father Dang Minh Do is roughly 59 yrs old, looking for his identical siblings missing prior to 1975. My father said, before my uncle fled they returned to the house to visit.

Anyone knew my uncles' and/or uncles' if you see my post please contact me.

Posted by Theresa Dang on November 8,2011 | 02:36 AM

My deceased Brother, Joe, told me in the Post-Vietnam Era, that he had fathered a child in Vietnam that he hadn't brought Home, beyond two tours of military service in Vietnam.
His exposure to Agent Orange in Vietnam culminated in Neuromotor Degeneration. He also suffered from Post-Traumatic Stress Syndrome in the aftermath of his tours of Army enlisted military service, an American GI.
Once, beyond his life, I watched the tale end of a documentary on AmeriAsian Children in Vietnam. I believe it aired on 60 Minutes and I only caught the tail end of the segway. There before me was a little boy's face in a crowd of settled children who so resembled the face of my Brother, that I did try to find the name of the production; but to no avail. As the years pass, there is always a longing to be united with this only child of my deceased Brother. I know that I would know him anywhere by his resemblance to my only Brother. May God Bless and Keep all of the AmeriAsian Children of absent Fathers. Remember that your Fathers also struggled with complex issues, adversity and challenges during their time in Vietnam and upon return to the United States.

Posted by Constance L. Walker on November 8,2011 | 02:52 PM

While in RVN I was frequently with a young woan named Oanh. We had a small apartment at 52/12 Din Tin Huong by the river in Saigon. We had a Vietnamese business friend named Co Hai who owned a bar there.I believe I may have fathered a child and would like to verify and contact him or her and their mother. I was there from April 69-Jan 71. The Vietnamese called me "Loong". I travelled all geoograqphical limits of the country with my partner "
Mike". Although in the Army I had no restraints on travel, and slept for the most part in Saigon. Can anyone help me? I have a picture of Oanh and myslef if that would help.

Rocky Clark
Florissant, Colorado

Posted by Bruce G. Clark on November 6,2011 | 11:07 AM

My father, Albert Victor Mayne, served in the US Military in the Vietnam War. He returned to the United States in about 1970. My sister just told me last week (41 years later) that my father married a woman in Vietnam. I did not know my father and mother were not leagally married when he died in 2000. I am looking for possible siblings, or any possible relatives I may have. Thank-you, Tracy Shannon

Posted by Tracy Shannon on October 30,2011 | 05:17 PM

Hi, it's me againe I forgot to put my uncle name who who fathered to son's during the Vietnam war . I am trying to locate the son's I know for sure one those young men name is Otis Pritchett who's name after my father . My uncle was an African American who served during the vietnam war his name is Bosie Marzette Pritchett he served in the United States Army during the 70's . I trying to locate my two cousins if there still a live.
thanks Jacqueline Smith if you locate are know these to lost young men email at jcqlnsmith@bellsouth.net

Posted by Jacqueline Smith on October 13,2011 | 11:51 PM

" I know how you guys feel, I am searching for my cousins in that make have been. in korea , philippines, or vietnam my uncle was is a AfricanAmerican who served in the vietnam war, he told me that he had two son's who was born during the war in Vietnam . one those person name was Otis Prichett he was name after my father about in the 70's if you might know someone by that name I trying to locate them . It is a shame so many years has gone by . I dont know the moter name . But i saw pictures of him and her taken together back then . Who someone might have the answer to finding them . I tried facebook no success.

thanks Jacqueline Smith

Posted by Jacqueline Smith on October 13,2011 | 11:43 PM

Wow, my father just told me the story about him having a son that was left behind when he served in the war. He told me that his name is Chudo. He also told me the mother's name and birth year. I so would love to find you Chudo if you are out there. Please email me with your birth year and mother's name and I know it is you. God bless all of you! mbarnes002@msn.com

Posted by Michelle Barnes on October 9,2011 | 01:46 AM

Hi I am the daughter of an African American vietnam vet. My father has giving me some info about a daughter he has and a son/daughter thats younger than the daughter. My fathers name is Augusta Daniels and he served in the years of 1969-74. (approximately). If you think you know this man please contact me at my email my_business@vzw.blackberry.net. your mother used to contact us and then we were told she sent the two of you to the U.S but she didn't make it. Please have your info available for me to verify with my father to make sure we have found the right people. I just found this website today. we have been looking for you for years. We all would really like to meet you. You have nieces and a nephew and a great nephew. I'm not sure if you are from Thiland or Vietnam but if this sounds familiar contact me asap. Thank you , your sister. Your mother couldn't pronounce my fathers name so she called him something else, I need to to verify this if you can among other things.

Posted by T. Daniels on October 1,2011 | 01:11 PM

i was feeling very emotion , and i cried to reed these emails about the vietnam war children ,today addults searching their fathers. if i could i should like to addopt an amerasian child.we,me and my hausband dont have sons. we are brasilians citizens. i have sixtty years old and my hausband have fifty four years old. please answered us. thanks.iracema and toni kélémen.

Posted by luiz antonio kélémen on September 21,2011 | 11:10 AM

My name is José Luis Mejías, a photographer and video producer based in Madrid, Spain.

I'd like to contact Amerasians living in Vietnam. I am interested in producing a series of filmed interviews in December 2011, and need to find some individuals willing to share their story.

The project has basically a cultural background. I believe much has been said about those who travelled to the USA, but maybe not enough about those who live in Vietnam.

If you think you can help me, please contact me: mejiasjoseluis@gmail.com.
With my best regards, José L. Mejías

Posted by José Luis Mejías on September 14,2011 | 01:14 PM

I just recently discovered I have a amerasian brother in Vietnam. I would love to find him but I have very little information to go on. Any advice on where to start would be greatly appreciated! I'm 35 so I have to imagine he is in his early 40's. I have our fathers name but I'm not sure what is dog tag I.D. is. Thank-you.

Regards,
Mr.s Laura A. Gouin

Posted by Laura Gouin on August 7,2011 | 09:39 AM

I am an Amerasian who have entered the U.S in since 1991 under the O.D.P program (Amerasian Home Coming Act)
Unfortunately I violated the law and being ordered removal (deportation) back to Vietnam. I am afraid of being sent back to Vietnam because I may be treated unfairly and racially discriminated. The Vietnamese government may imprison me and harm me or they may torture or even kill me, who know what they will do to me or other Amerasian young adult like me after we return.
When I was still in Vietnam. I had experienced being racist, I could not work for the government, I could not participate in any job training offered by the government. I did not have the same, or equal opportunity as the other full blooded citizen. they treated me as an outsider and, sometime considered me/us Amerasians as enemies.
I was so happy to be able to come to the U.S as my father's homeland, but once again I was treated as an outsider,I mistakenly violated the law and being kicked out of the country, the U.S government refused to consider me as an American citizen even through the law said that if any one born to an American citizen will automatically become a citizen. Even through I do not know who my father was or is,(I have been told that my father had died in the war)but I know one thing that he would love this country enough to die for it and now the country that he had died for denied to give his son its citizen. I have become a no-land man, Vietnam does not like me, America does not want me. I really do not know where to go? I would like to hear from all other Amerasians out there who have falled into the same circumstance like me. I hope we can do something to persuade or convince the U.S government to change their law so we can become a legal citizens

Posted by QUAN NGUYEN on August 3,2011 | 05:47 PM

Phuong Thuy, a Vietnamese Amerasian and her family has finally arrived to Louisville, KY at mid-night on July 19th 2011 under "Amerasian Homecoming Act" of 1987 after 24 years long waitting since the law passed!!!
See video here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hf-mnauP9Bs
Phuong Thuy was lucky enough who had Smithsonian published an article "Chilren of Dust" by David Lamb and her photo by Catherine Karnow inside this article in June of 2009. And this article & the photo that helped granted Phuong Thuy the visa for an entry to America by US Consulate in Saigon. Unfortunately, while hundreds more Vietnamese Amerasians who still left behind with hopelessly.:(
Agian, Thanks to David Lamb, Catherine Karnow and Smithsonian for your greatness!!! Jimmy A. Miller

Posted by Jimmy A. Miller on July 21,2011 | 01:06 AM

Iam trying to help a young lady 37 yrs old born in Saigon. Born of a native American father. Who was in country between 1973-1974 possibly. Her name is Diem Cao. The only clue I have is that his father who is native american also was ther to visit not sure if he was in military also.Her mother lived near Tansnkoot Airforce Base outside of Sagon.

Posted by Raymond R Gadreault on July 18,2011 | 07:29 PM

I am trying to locate my mother's father. Little is known about him except that he was a white American soldier. My grandma and mom have a really bad relationship so my grandma refuses to tell my mom anything about her father. Info about my mom, she was born in April 1968. Her mom, my grandma, had 2 older sons at the time, probably around 5-10 years old. I have a picture of my grandma in her thirties and is willing to share it with anyone that contacts me. Anyone with ANY information PLEASE, PLEASE contact me.
jojodo12391@hotmail.com
I just want to show my grandpa how proud he should be of my mother. Grandpa, if you're reading this you have 3 grandchildren all in college pursuing great things in life. Please contact me.

Posted by Joanne Do on June 1,2011 | 08:32 PM

Thank you for this website. It great.

LOST AND FOUND FAMILY
AN AMERASIAN DAUGHTER LEFT BEHIND IN VIETNAM WAR

Dad, you never find me and I never find you, becuase I was born in identified as anothers and assimilated. Why I said that, because when you left me my mom passed away and I was adopted. Did you try to look for me, dad?
You and my mom brough me into this world, now I have lost both of you. Have you still forgotten about me, dad? I aways think about you and tried to look for you. Now I am in America and I still continue my search hope and pray that Lord will let me see my dad again, because I have not seen him for 40 years. Dad, Iam speaking these words to you and seek a wonderful reunoin with you and the passed, but to really see my dad would bring a beautiful joy to my heart. I would like to see you once again, dad. Let hope together this dream of mine comes true for the both of us, dad. Love your daughter, Thuyborn214atBienHoa.

Posted by Thuy'smylai on May 26,2011 | 10:14 PM

I often wonder whether I might have some cousins from that era-my uncle died just two years after coming home from Vietnam from a rare leukemia that only recently has the army acknowledged was caused by Agent Orange. While his wife was never able to give him children due to his sickness, he WAS a GI. It does make me wonder if he unknowingly did father any children. We've never heard anything, and I don't really expect to hear anything, but one still wonders. His name was Gerry Daniels.

In the same light, my own father served in the occupation in the 70's in Korea and adopted a little girl named Chi. Now, she was killed before he could bring her back, hit by an army truck accidentally. My sister and I have wondered if she wasn't really our sister-we'll probably never know. All we know is Dad never really got over our adopted sister's death-had nightmares for the rest of his life over it, even accidentally hitting our mother in his sleep one night. My Korean sister was buried under the family name, so her name would read Chi Ray. Dad was Richard Ray.

Does anyone know if there is a way to find out if a GI did father children in Vietnam, either knowingly or unknowingly?

Posted by Misty on May 19,2011 | 09:32 PM

HELLO ONG DICK SHEA,
What year and where your brother Tom served in Vietnam? I know alots of amerasian friends, I can help you to find your brother's child(boy/girl) You can contact me at thuyvietnam@yahoo.com/fatherfounded.org. Thank you. Take care.
God Bless.

Posted by Thuy on May 10,2011 | 08:59 PM

To all Amerasian children and Adult out there it hard to find our father all this year and for some that live in the states for so long and got in trouble with the laws before they became citizen of the United States these Amerasian young Adults are facing deportation back to Vietnam it hard to believe that the US Goverment is still treating these people like second hand materaial instead of a human being if these Amerasian get deported back to vietname then for sure that the vietnamese goverment would harm or kill them these Amerasian kids were you when they got in trouble but htey dont'deserve to be punish again they should have been Citizen from the get go it not their fault that their father left them behind i give up on finding my father because the US govement does not allow you to get DNA to try to match your father DNA all milatary service men have a DNA data bank. so please join me to help change the law so we can become citizen automatic and from there you can make the goverment change the law to how we can reunited with our father we need to stand up and let the goverment know that we are American and proud to be that American and please except for who we are. please join to find out how we can started this fight.

Posted by Hieu Nguyen on May 4,2011 | 11:49 PM

To:
My wife has really suffered as a child in Vietnam. She was an Ameriasion tossed in the trash at birth . Her greatgrandmother saved her that day and took her deep into the woods to protect her and rais her. They stayed in the woods untill Trang was about six years old. Thats when her granny died. She gave up evrything for Trang.After that Trang had to face a world of hate on her on . I cant believe how cruel everyone was to her . I KNOW EVRYONE knows right from wrong .
I am going to write a book exposing the cruelty of the people of Veitnam to these innocent Ameriasion children . This story needs to be told . want to help ? Any Ameriasion people from Vietnam that went threw Hell as a child contact me Joe at bigjoesalena@ myemail.com Togother we will tell your story. The truth has a way of always comeing to the light. I am sorry for how you have suffered. God bless evry one of you

Posted by thuy trang on March 6,2011 | 07:05 PM

Joe Salena please contact me,your email don't work
sincerely
Brian Hjort
email: brihj@hotmail.com
www.fatherfounded.org

Posted by Brian Hjort on March 12,2011 | 08:47 AM

My wife has really suffered as a child in Vietnam. She was an Ameriasion tossed in the trash at birth . Her greatgrandmother saved her that day and took her deep into the woods to protect her and rais her. They stayed in the woods untill Trang was about six years old. Thats when her granny died. She gave up evrything for Trang.After that Trang had to face a world of hate on her on . I cant believe how cruel everyone was to her . I KNOW EVRYONE knows right from wrong .
I am going to write a book exposing the cruelty of the people of Veitnam to these innocent Ameriasion children . This story needs to be told . want to help ? Any Ameriasion people from Vietnam that went threw Hell as a child contact me Joe at bigjoesalena@ myemail.com Togother we will tell your story. The truth has a way of always comeing to the light. I am sorry for how you have suffered. God bless evry one of you

Posted by thuy trang on March 6,2011 | 07:05 PM

I write this letter with the hope that you will be able to help me to find a current United States program, that I may apply to in order to relocate to America, apply for US citizenship and continue my career as a Vietnamese-English interpreter and teacher.
My father was a US serviceman stationed in Saigon.
I am single, 37 years old; college educated and work as a Vietnamese-English interpreter and teacher.
In approximately 1970-71, I was born somewhere in Vietnam. My mother is Vietnamese and my father a USA serviceman. Although I remember very little about my mother, I do remember her taking me to sit under a tree next to a tall building on Thoa.i Ngo.c Ha^`u street near Ta^n So*n Nha^'t airport in Saigon city where a lot American GI were living. They entered and exited the building where we sat under the tree. We could not go in so we would wait and watch for my father to appear.
The last time I saw my mother, I believe I was less than 3 years old. She had taken me to sit under that tall tree again. I was dressed in a pair of shorts and tee-shirt that had a little pocket on the front. I was barefoot because I did not have shoes. My mother stuffed the picture of her and my father (shown above) in my shirt pocket and told me to “sit there and don’t go anywhere until she returns.” I was hungry and thirsty when she sat me there. I cried while I watched her walk away.
My childhood was miserable. In addition to being treated inhumanly because we were part of the poor population, I was especially discriminated against because I was obviously only half Vietnamese and the other half American, Afro-American. They called me Amerasian or Afro-Amerasian and they hated me. I belonged nowhere.
Although my current visa in the USA will expire in April, 2011.

Can you help me or do you know of any programs or organizations that would help me find my way home to my father’s country?

Sincerely,

My email :klhuynh2002@yahoo.com

Posted by KL HUYNH on March 2,2011 | 11:47 PM

LOST AND FOUND FAMILY

I am looking for anyone, that know about Dick an German of American US Co Leader cook in Bien Hoa, Vietnam durig the War 1965. He left behind an amerasian daughter's Thuy born Feb 14, 1967 at Bien Hoa.
Her birth mother named Phan Phan(family call her Cuc Hai) was born 1942 of mixed Vietnamese and French ancetry. She worked Laundry at Bien Hoa in 1965.
Thuy parents use to lived a house near by the Pagoda village of Duc Tu before Thuy was born. This informations of her adopted mother gave before she passed away. Thuy needs miracle, hope and pray to find her father. Please contact if you know anything about her father. She would love to hear from anyone help to find her father. Thank you.
God Bless.
Ps Also, Thuy on the Facebook under name Thuy Ngoc Phan amerasian with the pics wall, if you would like to see her just need to clik on her pic.

Posted by on March 1,2011 | 03:26 PM

Thank you so much for this Website. is great.

Today I would like to share with you all about

THE STORY OF A YOUNG AMERASIAN GIRL LOST HER AMERICAN FATHER BECAUSE OF THE VIETNAM WAR

Her name is Thuy. She was born in person, identified as another assmimlated, morphed. A change incompleted. Who she was. who she is. Her dad left her behind others to take his placed, carrying his blood and walking with his green eyes. The tears of joy steamed down her face, a sense of peace she felt, she touch that piece of information and placed is in her heart.
Thank you to all. I hope you like this story.
By: thuyvietnam38@yahoo.com

Posted by Lost And Found Fammily on February 18,2011 | 08:12 PM

I was stationed in Saigon from 1966 to May of 1967.I was told shortly before rotating that the girl I had lived with for a short while was pregnant.If this is true the child should be 44 as of present time. If in fact the girl did have this child I am wondering how to go about validating this.Are there DNA banks available either in Viet Nam or here?How does one go about starting this process after such a long time?

Posted by joseph marsden on February 14,2011 | 10:47 PM

My father passed away 2 years ago so I dont have much information. Before he passed away he told me that he had a girlfriend when he was in Vietnam. Just before he was shipped to Germany his girlfriend told him she was pregnant. So this is a long shot. My fathers name was Edward Daniel Schmiedel from Brooklyn New York. I do have a picture somewhere of his girlfriend that I have to look for. By now my fathers child should be 40ish. I believe she lived in Saigon and last name could have been Nguyen. Does anyone know if there are any websites I can go to for help on finding my sibling? I believe she had a boy but not sure. Heres my email address sbmommyx3@yahoo.com

Posted by Marissa Schmiedel on February 4,2011 | 02:07 PM

I was in Viet Nam in 1970 and 1971 I was seeing a girl named Kim is all I can remember she became pregnant and I was shipped out before I could come to grips with the situation. I don't know if the baby was boy or girl and haven't been able to find any information at all. I was stationed out of Cam Ranh Bay and Kim lived in a little town called Sue Chin which was just outside the base. The child would be a tall person since I have two other half oriental children my daughter looks more like me and my son more like his mom except 6 foot 6 inch tall like me. tocan50@gmail is my email and the child would be approximately 40 years old and born in 1971 or first of 1972. Any info would be appreciated I am looking for you!

Posted by Norman Travis on January 26,2011 | 01:47 PM

I am still looking for my three sisters. Ho , Hum and I cannot remember the third name. Their father's name was WILLIAM DAVID BROWN an African- Americian man who was married . They were born inthe late 60's . I wander if there are samples of there DNA IN SOME DATA bank. I won't give up but I am running out of leads.

Posted by jbrown4048@yahoo.com on January 9,2011 | 12:45 PM

looking for Sgt. Ken Elder and Robert Crocket last known of address, Bettendorf Iowa usa. Anyone have info please contact nick at thaihung7067@email.com thanks.

Posted by nick higgins on January 7,2011 | 07:44 PM

My name is Curt Taylor, I served with marines in the Danang area in 1968 & 1969. I was at ASP II for most of my time although I spent some time with the 7th engineers in June of 1968. I spent a lot of time with a girl I knew as "Candy" she one time told me "Maybe I have you baby'. I blew it off at the time, but I am haunted now by the idea that I may have a child I never knew or met.

Posted by Curt Taylor on January 1,2011 | 03:00 AM

I am try to looking for my father,but I have only a picture nothing else,I don't know what to do.if anybody can help please let me know.I realy want to know and see his face at least 1 time,so it may erase all the problems in the past of a litle girl half AMERICAN and half VIETNAMESE life live after the VIETNAM WAR.I live in the US now, thank you vey much.
a girl live in dream

Posted by linda yeung on December 25,2010 | 04:36 PM

My brother, Thomas P. Shea fought in the Vietnam War and was a father of a child born to a Vietnamese woman. Tom is now dead and I am trying to find his child and get in contact. Thanks,

Posted by Dick Shea on December 15,2010 | 12:29 AM

A Note To My Dad Somewhere?
Dear Dad,

Your little girl is grown up now. So many years have passed. Where are you, dad? It was long ago, I was too young to even remember your face, but I didn't forget your tenderness and helped my mother when I was about 4 years old. My heart wants to know where you are. When you left us, each days that passed. We hope to hear from you, but nothing happened. Our house was bombed and nothing was left to let us know about you. In time we moved to another place(South Vietnam) and my mother died(I was adopted). Did you look for me, dad?

You and my mother brought me into this world, now I have lost both of you. Have you still forgotten about me, dad? I always think about you and tried to look for you. Now I am in America and I still continue my search hope and pray that Lord will let me see my dad again, because I have not seen him for about 40 years. Please look for me, dad. Again it is my heart that I speak these words to you and seek a wonderful reunion with you and the passed, but to really see my dad would bring a beautiful joy to my heart. I would like to see you once again, dad. Let hope together this dream of mine comes true for the both of us, dad.
Love your daughter's Thuy born Feb 14 at Bien Hoa, Vietnam.

My Poem To You, Dad !
You left me behind in Vietnam others to take your place, carrying your blood and walking with your green eyes. The tears of joy steamed down my face a sense of peace I felt, I touch that piece of information and placed it in my heart.
All these years I wondered why we had to part? I wondered if you'd look for me.
please don't feel bad, dad. I born on person, identified as another, assimilated, morphed. A changed incomplete. Who I was. Who I am. God love me and giving me a good health to be strong and to live until now. Also, I am praying for you each days too, dad.

By: thuyvietnam38@yahoo.com

Posted by Dick(Richarch) my dad. on November 1,2010 | 11:35 PM

I have read this story and have a special concern for those babies left behind. We had a young girl who hung around who was considered an outcast. We would feed her ever time she came around she was part African American. I have been carrying a picture of a young lady who gave birth to an African American baby and if I could send her picture to somewhere in Viet Nam that could help locate her and her child. Let say this was not my kid if so I would have gone to my commander and ask for her hand.

Posted by Reginald Daniels on October 25,2010 | 09:31 PM

HELLO; IM JOHN IM LOOKIN FOR MY FATHER. JESS MAGINUSS DONT KNOW CORRECT SPELLING. MY MOM IS NATIVE AMERICAN. MY MOM SAID MY FATHER WAS POLINISIAN. MY D.O.B IS 5/23/68. THEY WHERE TO GETHER SEP. 1967 GARDNERVILLE NV. WHICH IS NEAR LAKE TOHOE HE WAS STASHIND AT PICKEL MEDOWS BASE. MY MOTHER NEVER TOLD HIM OF MY EXISTENCE. I AM A PRODUCT OF THE WAR IVE BEEN SERCHING FOR YEARS SINCE MOM TOLD ME ABOUT HIM I LOOKED ON THE VIATNAM MEMORIAL WALL NO LUCK I WAS WONDERING IF SOME ONE COULD SHINE SOME LIGHT IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION. MY E-MAIL IS, mudgubby12@yahoo.com

THANK YOU VERY MUCH

Posted by LESTER JOHN KOOS on September 27,2010 | 06:56 PM

Thank you for this website. It's great.

My father left me behind in Vietnam others to take his place. I carring his blood, looking his face and walking with his green eyes. The tears of joy steaming down my face a sense of peace I felf. I touch that piece of information and placed it in my heart. All these years I away wondered why we had to part. I wondered if you'd looked for me !

I was born on person, identified as another, assimilated, morphed. A change incomplete. Who I was. Who I am?

By: A adopted Thuy Phan's amerasian facebook-profile.

Posted by on September 1,2010 | 08:26 PM

I AM A AMERASIAN AND I NEED YOUR HELP

I was adopted. I lost my birth father when I was about 4 years old. Please, can anyone help find the woman named Ut Bach Lan. She has an amerasian son and they came to America between 1992'1993. She was my birth parents best friend in Bien Hoa 1965. She knew my father as well.
Anything you know, please contact me at thuyvietnam38Yahoo.com
Thank you so much for all yours help. God Bless.
By: Angel's mom.

Posted by Mylai messages on July 12,2010 | 09:21 PM

Ihave a cousin whose name is Jose Angel Marroquin and was an Air Force Armament Sargeant in Tahn Sohn Nhut Air base where I visited him during my tour at Xuan Loc with the US Army. He took me to his home where he had a girlfriend and two sons he had fathered. Do not remember their names but he will not allow me to visit his home here in the states for fear that I will say something about the children. I have never forgot the horrors of my war there or the children my cousin left behind. I often wonder if they are okay and if they are still there. I am sure the Vietnamese lady knows his name and if she by some miracle remember my visit, I would like to hear from her and the kids. I would submit to a DNA test for we are first cousins and wpold do everything in my power to get them here to me even if I have to adopt them. Luis Cirilo

Posted by luis cirilo on July 12,2010 | 03:09 PM

very inspirational story. I am still looking for my grandfather.. hopefully one day i'll find him. Not that I want anything from him. But more so for my mom to finally know her dad and for me to know my ancestors. all we have is a few photos of him and one with my mom's sister.

Posted by diemkieu watts (vuong) on July 7,2010 | 03:23 PM

My brother Kenneth Blankenship served in Viet Nam, and may have left a child behind. When my son was born in 1971 Ken had a Vietnamese girl friend Nguyen Thi Wey (spelling may be wrong). She wrote me letters that she wanted to come to america. She may have been expecting a baby I'm not sure. They seemed to be in love, but he said that he was shipped out earlier than expected and had to leave her behind. He called her "Mia" or Mya. Either way, if she had a child we would like to know. 2 other children were born to Ken, Benford Allyn and Michelle Lynn Blankenship. Ken lives in Hawthorne Florida.

Posted by W. Darlene Blankenship-Skeen on July 1,2010 | 12:01 AM

My name is Mike Vo. To all my friends here in the states, that's what I go by. To a lady that took me from my mom in Vietnam, named me ''Xinh Vo''. I went to Vietnam to visite my biological mother whom I have not seen since the day I was taken from her in 1982. According to my mother in Vietnam, I was born under the name of Mohammed Aley on 25th day of Feb. 1975. To the best of my mother's memory, my father's name is Corbin Sider. Now that I've seen my mother along with brothers and sister that I never knew I had, I've closed one door to an emptyness side of my heart after 28 long years of not knowing. I had a rough childhood growing up with the woman that took me so that she has a good life here in America. I just don't know where to start or which site to go or even someone to talk with in regards to locating my real father. If anyone out there that has an idea, please let me know at michaelvo241@yahoo.com. Thank you everyone,

Sincerely,

Mike Vo

Posted by Mike Vo on June 22,2010 | 04:22 PM

A STORY OF MY LIFE

My name is Thuy. I was born Feb 14, 1967 at Bien Hoa. I am a daughter of the Vet. I lost my father, because of the Vietnam War.
My mother was of mixed Vietnamese and French ancestry. She worked laundry attendant at Bien Hoa in 1965. My father's Dick(Richard) was an German of American Army Co ist Tour 1965 base Bien Hoa Chief cook and driver support. My parents love each other and they use to lived a house near by the Pagoda of Duc Tu village before I was born. When I was about 4 years old my father have to go back to his home of US and he told to my mother that he will be back. In 1971 my mother died. I was adopted to another family of Phan. In 1984 my mother very ill and died. Before she passed away, she gave to me informations about her best friend named Ut Bach Lan, my birth father and his best friends name: Dick,Durb,Durffy,Jeff and Chuck Officer Army Compound Base Gate 199, SUPCOMTM PO 96491 platoon. Today I need to know who is realy my birth father and then I will forget and forgiving him. I have a long story to tell, when I see my father. Can anyone, please pass this to my father and let him know that I miss him and love him so much. Thank you and God Bless To All.
By: Thuy Phan face book-profile.

Posted by Thuy'samerasian on June 13,2010 | 11:42 PM

Just a Followup I posted comments also above on March 26, 2010 @ 4:38pm I am Looking for my sister Edeiko {may not be spelling this right} I have never met her My father was a US Marine His name was Eddie C Jones he lived in Oakland and Los Angeles California he was in the Vietnam WAR 1960-1975 and he always told me I had a Sister he always talked about you and longed for you. He was married to my mother And they had 6 children 3 have passed away and 3 are still alive. I am married to Michael Williams who's father also served as a US MARINE in Vietnam War 1960-1975 {from Los Angeles california as well} I have 4 sons and I currently live in Jonesboro GA in the USA my email address is msmar_070668@yahoo.com i am on facebook under Marla Williams my madien name is Marla Jones I am 41yrs old please if anyone reads this that my know my sister Edeiko Jones please tell her to go to this web site and read my comments.

Posted by Marla Williams on June 3,2010 | 01:19 PM

I CROSSED OF THE LINE AND I FOUND THIS WEB, IS GREAT.

I AM A VET AND SEARCHING DICK SERVED IN BIEN HOA. HE WAS A COOK 1965 WITH ME. IF ANYONE KNOW HIM. PLEASE TELL HIM THAT I AM LOOKING FOR HIM. THANK YOU

DICK (RICHARD) ARE YOU OUT THERE? YOUR DAUGHTER LOOKING FOR YOU. YOU NEED TO FIND HER AT THUY PHAN FACEBOOK-PROFILE.

Posted by DICK(RICHARD) on April 29,2010 | 09:06 PM

God? There is no "god." These poor children suffered humiliation, poverty, abuse and abandonment and your "god" allowed all of this to happened. What our troops did was wrong and they should come forth and take care of their children or at least admit to their mistake and help in some way. But back to my point, you are empowered to yours beliefs, but no one else, myself in particular, wants to hear about it.

Posted by Ben Norwood on April 23,2010 | 10:57 AM

my name is Marla Jones- Williams im 41 years old born in 1968 my father fought in the Vietnam War during 1960-1975 He was a US Marine He would always tell me and my brothers and sister that we had another sister I have been looking for her forever. her name is Edeco Jones {may not be spelling this right} my fathers name is Eddie C Jones he was African American and from Los Angeles California. I live in Jonesboro GA now and have 4 sons and a Husband whos name is Michael Williams and his father was also in this same war. not sure if she will see this or if someone who knows her will see it so I am posting it hope to connect with her and meet her and tell her that he always talked about her and I would love to have a Relationship with her.

Posted by Marla Williams on March 26,2010 | 04:38 PM

hi, i am an Ameriasian living in Australia. I have been searching my identity for pass 20 or so odd years.. Believe i was a stolen war child brought out to Australia.i have no birth certificate whatsoever and really living my life here struggling.. can anyone help me as im at a lost..Believing that my father would be of African American decent.My family is no help as they are a shame of me..soc trang is name of place where i was brought out from..so anyone who can help i would so much appreciate it..having a sense of belonging and some sort of an identity would be one of my dreams come true.

Posted by aiowah on March 22,2010 | 05:29 AM

I also am one of many children whose father served in this war. I came over in 73 from what my mother says. But I have never met my biological father and it's crazy to think I ever will. So just good luck to those who are fortunate to do so...it takes determination and will...but all all will prevail. Have faith!

Lee Welsh,
Amelia Island, Florida

Posted by Lee Welsh on March 16,2010 | 02:36 PM

Most people think about the children that was left but what about the ones who were brought here not knowing anything about there birth mothers,sister's, brother or any other family members. I am one who would love to know. I was brought here when I was only 6wks old and my mother gave me that chance to have a good life and I have. I just would like to Thank her for that and fine out were I came from since my father will not and can not say now. How do the ones who were able to come to the States do that?????

Posted by Rhonda on March 13,2010 | 06:01 PM

I have been an only child for all of my 33 years. This year I learned that my father had a child in Vietnam. To read this story and know that this happened to my brother or sister breaks my heart. My father has no desire to find this child, but i do. I don't know where to start but I pray that one day I will be able to see this sibling of mine.

Posted by Shannon Brush on February 16,2010 | 09:20 AM

I am trying to find my mom's father. I know his name is Michael Williams. He is the father of my mom and uncle who were born in 1970 and 1971. He even named them.

I am now old enough to look for him. I know she wants to find him because a friend of our family found my dad's father. I don't exactly know how to find my grandpa but if anyone knows of a Michael Williams that was in Phan Thiet please let me know. I know he cared because he stuck around and named them. After he went back to America, he was still sending letters and money.

Thank you very much.

Posted by Victoria Dang on February 6,2010 | 05:08 AM

This is nice website, Thanks.
I am a daughter of the Vietnam War. My birth father left me behind when I was a little girl, and my mother died when I was a young girl.Today I need to know who am I and where I come from? Can American Vets tell me this, thank you. I am giving up of finding my birth father, because he dead. I thank you God to giving me a beautiful life for each days.

By: Mylai

Posted by amerasian's ophan on February 2,2010 | 01:03 PM

Your article brought much pain and tears to my soul. I am a 3rd generation female Korean-American from Hawaii, married a Caucasian man and have a son who is have Korean-Caucasian in his 40's. I was in the US Navy, active duty corpsman, from 1963-1966 stationed in Portsmouth, Virginia, got out went to school, and became a US Navy Reservist. Being from Hawaii..those children who were mixed like my son were called Hapa-haole and were never, ever treated like those who were unfortunate to be known as "dust children." What I am trying to say is that our government did a grave injustice to those children in Vietnam. Sure there were children that were half American in Japan, Korean, Thailand, Philippines..but I am sure they did not have the terrible injustices heaped upon them as those in Vietnam. Too bad the Vietnamese, while gentle and kind as others say they are, did not have the character or compassion to render the basic needs of human kindness to these unfortunate children. They were only CHILDREN!!! My heart goes out to those who have suffered so much, I only pray that God has a special place for these children who are now adults and who have gone through HELL in this world. If there is anything I can do to assist you, please do not hesitate to contact me. I am a full-time Emergency Room RN, and plan on retiring in 2013. God bless you for your aticle.

Posted by Mabel K. Kim on January 27,2010 | 06:35 PM

Thank you so much for this Smithsonian's magazine website is great.
Today I would like to share with you about a story of my life.
My name is Thuy. I am a female amerasian. I was born in Bien Hoa, Vietnam. My father left me when I was about 4 years old. My mother passed away when I was about 17 years old and dropped out of High School, because I have to worked on the file rice and take care of my grandmother in Hau Giang of South Soc Trang. I thank you to my parents brought me into this world, now I have lost both of them.I am living in the Unit State of MN now and I try to looking for my biological father for many years and everywhere, but I have no luck yet. My father forgotten about me. I can't believe it has been over 40 years, my father didn't look for me. I understand that my father has a family of his own.I just want to reunion with him in the passed and see if I have any siblings? but to really see my father would bring a beautiful joy to my heart. Let hope and pray together this dream of mine comes true for the both of us, my father. Love, your daughter's Thuy Phan facebook-profile.

Ps Before I leave here , I just want to say to all American Veterans served in Vietnam War and have involved with Vietnamese women and had kids. Please open to all your hearts and look for your sons and your daughters and bring them to America, so they can live a better life. Please contact with Brian's fatherfounded and work together this cases and look for to it. Thank you for taking yours time.
God Bless.

Posted by Thuy Phan on January 19,2010 | 05:41 PM

Father was in the US Army while in the Vietnam War, reportedly had a son with "Rose" who was Vietnamese. Please email me at beckybrat@yahoo.com

Posted by becky lorenzen on January 8,2010 | 09:36 PM

Currently researching possible unknown brother. My (American) father in the Vietnam War and "Rose" ,Vietnamesen desent have a son, name unknown.

Posted by Becky Lorenzen on January 8,2010 | 09:28 PM

This website is great. Thank you so much.
Today I would like to share with you about my life of a story. I am a daughter of the Vietnam War. I lost my biological father's Dick for 40 years. I have been interested of finding him in depth heart impressing with my hope and pray. I am understanding that''of course''my father has a family of his own. I want to let him know that I am not looking for help or anythings. I just want to know him and see if I have any siblings. I Graduated from College and I have a job.
Today I am searching to anyone who has a father,brother, uncle, and friend served with my father. He mixed German of American army Co Ist Tour in 1964'1965'1966 cook base Bien Hoa. My birth mother was of mixed Vietnamese and French ancestry. She was 22 years old and worked at Laundry+Room Attendant. My parents use to lived a house near by the Pagoda of Duc Tu village. If you know anything about this information. Please contact me at:
thuyvietnam38@yahoo.com
Thank you so much for yours helped.
God Bless.

Posted by A Daughter Of The Vietnam War on January 3,2010 | 09:55 PM

I am one of amerasian kids, and I am crying right now when I read the article. I researched on Vietnamese-American children during war for my English essay, and I found this article. I am the blessing one because I found my dad in 1996. He is a wonderful man, and I love him very much.

I want to tell all of the father of Vietnamese-amerasian kids out there that we-kids- live the lives of hell after 1975. Most of amerasian kids didn't have a change to go to school. The Vietnamese looked down at us like we carried contagiate diease. They called us name, threw rocks to us, and beaten us as well. To the Vietnamese people at that time, the amerasians were not human. I would sit here all day to tell you how horrible life we had been through. However, we are here now, and that is blessing for us. I have been thinking a lot about the amerasians still stay there in Vietnam, and some of them do not know what a good meal is. They are hungry but don't have food, sick but don't have medecine. My heart is ache for them. We all growing up now but we were the kids once, the kids that grew up with out the father, and the mother was hardly acknowdleged them because the circumstand.

Posted by Thuy-Kieu T. Gould on November 28,2009 | 03:27 AM

Hi Dave

This is a great website. I am here to looking for my father. Can you help and find him. My name is Thuy and my Birthday is Feb 14. I am a 25% Vietnamese. I have not seen my father for 40 years. If you need to know more information about me, please go to Thuy Phan facebook then you can click my profile and click on my pictures wall. Thank you for taking your time.

God Bless

Thuy Phan

Posted by Thuy Phan ( my dad of a Veteran) on November 25,2009 | 05:01 PM

I am almost certain that I fathered a child in Phan Rang, Vietnam in Aug of 1970 to a Vietnam girl that I cannot remember her name.
I don't know if you can help me or not, but I had to ask someone.

Posted by jerry blagg on November 13,2009 | 03:29 PM

This is a long shot but I don't know where to turn.

My name is Sharina Nixon. I was just informed (yesterday) about a sister of mine who my father fathered during the Vietnam war. I do not know her last name but I was told my father named her Tessie. She has to be in her early 40s and is Vietnamese and Black. I HAVE TO FIND HER. Does anyone know where I can find or look for her?

Desperate,
Sharina Nixon
sharina_g@yahoo.com

Posted by Sharina on November 9,2009 | 01:55 PM

My wife is from Siagon Vietnam and was brought over during the evacuation described in this article. If there is anyone out there who can help her find her real parents you would truelly be a miracle worker. Her birth certificate showed her name as Thuy Ahn Nguyen. The orphange was called Sacred Heart in the town of Gia'Dinh. She was born in 1972 and has more Asian features. We don't know if she had an american father or not. If you think you can help in any way please contact me at mikeskikas@sbcglobal.net

Posted by mike skikas on July 26,2009 | 06:59 PM

I am so sad to read this article. Innocent babies paying the price of war. Now they are adults but where was the opportunity? It is a miracle that any of these victim's succeeded in life. May God forgive us.

Posted by Dubuque on July 2,2009 | 11:41 PM

My stepfather Bert always spoke sadly of the daughter he'd lost in the aftermath of the war. I've never seen him as happy as the day she made contact with him through the Red Cross. They were reunited after more than 30 years apart, and in 2001 she immigrated with his three grandchildren to enjoy the better life and opportunities available in the United States. Today through much hard work and perseverance she is a successful small business owner - the American Dream come true for another generation. This article drove home again how our family's happy-ending story is truly a miracle.

Posted by Ed K. on June 26,2009 | 05:13 PM

Hi David,

Nice article,sad I never had an chance to meet you,when you went to Vietnam. Well the sad odessy of the amerasians will proberly continue forever,as long the USG don't want to accept the remain ones,there are left in Vietnam. For us that had been helping amerasians since early 90'ties,looking for their father,we can only wonder why after so many years,those created the children,still don't want to share the burden,it takes so little money to bring the remain Amerasians back to USA,and close that sad chapter in history.

But for me and other people involved in this issue,we will continue to fight for the Amerasians in the best way we can.

I hope my work had done an little bit in the big picture.

Sincerely
Brian Hjort
www.fatherfounded.org
Helping Amerasians to look for their American fathers

Posted by Brian Hjort on June 9,2009 | 09:24 PM

A very good look at the truth. Being in Saigon at the end of the war in 1975 I know and experienced the fear that is described in the article. As someone on one of the evacuation flights from Saigon in 1975 and someone who participated in OPERATION BABYLIFT in March of that year, this article has personal interest to me.

Posted by Steven Johnson on June 1,2009 | 01:59 PM

Le Van Minh graceful mien brought me to tears. Despite his life’s staggering hardships, he states he harbors anger towards no one. Defying perpetuation of the harrowing discrimination he experienced, Minh’s lack of rancor reminded me to put my own pettiness into perspective and seek paths of forgiveness in a seemingly merciless world.

Sincerely,
Nicole Gruter

Posted by NIcole Gruter on May 29,2009 | 04:43 PM

First, I must commend Smithsonian Mag for printing this article. Second, the Amerasian Child is not unqiue to Vietnam; there are Amerasians in Korea, Japan, Vietnam, Thailand and Vietnam;there are Amerasians in any Asian Country where the US had troops male & female) stationed. In most Asian Countries a child identified by father;those with American Fathers are considered American (a sad fact that it took the US so very long to acknowledge). Each of these countries have Amerasian young adults trying to live within a cultures that view them as "foreigners". I was touched by the above article by the father of an Amerisain - you are one of a minority, Sir. I was the director of an international aid and adoption agency for 35 years & worked with several very dedicated people assisting Amerasians - our agency placed Amerasian Children from these countries with adoptive families. I have assisted some Amerasians searching for their birth mothers;the next step in their longing is to know who their father is .... a very difficult step .... many moms do not have, or will not disclose, the identity of the birth father. We've had some successes, but few and far between. I would like to help develop a group for fathers - but am not certain just how it should be formulated. I am open to discussion! My husband & I have five Amerasian Children (now young adults) & would like to locate their fathers. I located two - but they were not willing to have contact. This is a subject of interest to many people - the Amerasian, the birth mothers, the birth fathers, and those who have dedicated their lives to aiding the Amerasians. The past wuould have been so much easier for the Amerasians if only the US had followed France's example in granting French Citizenship to any Amerasian stating their father was French. I am open to contact with anyone interested in this subject.

Posted by Cheryl Livingston Markson on May 26,2009 | 09:16 PM

I am a disabled Vietnam Veteran, I fathered a child in Vietnam in 1971. I have searched for that child for so many years, and in my search, I met Saran Bynum the young lady mentioned in the story. She is just like a daughter to me, and I will always be here for her. I have heard many Vietnam Veterans say that they probably fathered a child in Vietnam, but had no desire to look for them. I ccan't for the life of me understand that, I will do anything to find my child. I fathered a child in Pleiku Vietnam in February 1971. I had a girlfriend that I truly loved there and many more friends. I got shot in pleiku and had to leave the country because of the severity of my wounds. I have been trying for over thirty years to go back to see if I can find anyone that remembers me or my girlfriend and friends. I have been trying to do whatever I can to help any Vietnamese come to this country over the past three or four years. My friend Nguyen Van Trinh who served with me in Pleiku and An Khe will arrive in the US in June of this year, along with his family to resettle in Philadelphia. I feel so good about this because I helped and Trinh and his family deserves the freedom that he helped fight for. If there is any Amerasian out there that needs a fill in father, I'm here for you. I'm an African American, my friends in Pleiku called me Brother T, because I was a brother to all of my friends. My Email; pleiku71@sbcglobal.net

Posted by Larry Taylor on May 26,2009 | 09:16 AM

Saran Bynum was adopted by my cousin when she was a toddler, she has grown into a very fine young woman and this family is proud to call her one of our own. She was fortunate enough to be adopted into a family that value education. Her Mom is a Doctor who went back to school in her late forties or early fifties after being in a terrible auto accident. Our family has many female doctors we brag about. One of her mother's aunts was President of Allen University in SC. Our great great great grandmother was the first African American to receive a nuring degree. One of our relatives was a medical examiner for Kings County hospital in Brooklyn New York. I'm a firm believer that education is key. And my family is living proof to that. Myself, well, I'm a retired Mental Health Professional, Life is indeed beautiful.

Posted by Joanne Saylor on May 25,2009 | 12:28 AM

Beautifully written with eloquence and hope of one of the quiet tragedies of the American military presence in Asia. Children of mixed racial heritage are almost always physically beautiful and mentally bright. David Lamb delivers again.

Posted by Jim Caccavo on May 23,2009 | 02:43 PM

I think that there is not another group whom I have met that I feel more admiration and warmth towards than the Vietnamese people from the Vietnam War era. The strength and patient endurance they show along with their sweetness and gentleness of disposition is truly awe-inspiring.

Posted by Paul Reimers on May 21,2009 | 12:33 AM

This is such a empowering story. I wish all that have experienced this to have peace and know you are loved by God!

Posted by Candice Taylor on May 16,2009 | 08:20 PM

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