From the Author
"I am from Vietnam," she said.
Buzzing away with the electric razor on the back of my head she began to tell me a story I had never expected, one that engulfed my thoughts and inspired me to do what I thought I'd never do again, write another book.
In the United States, we are all accustomed to hearing the soldier's story. But what about the Vietnamese civilians who lived through it? What had they gone through? What was it like after the Americans left and the North conquered the South?
This could be a very interesting book, I thought. Thoughts and stories weaving together circled around my brain. I was already putting it all together into a story to be told, and I didn't even know any more about her upbringing. My thoughts were limited to what I had seen in movies and what Hollywood tells us. This journey has really shown me how limited and out of focus that information really is.
I returned home from work suffering through the nightmare called Washington DC traffic. An easy hour-plus to travel nineteen miles. Except this evening my thoughts continued to wonder, I was writing the book in my head. It ended up being completely different, but never the less, it got me more and more excited about the prospect.
At dinner, I started telling my wife, Amy, "So I met a lady today who grew up during the Vietnam War in Vietnam. She was right there like twenty feet from the soldiers when they were shooting at the enemy. Later, she tried to escape on a boat, and the police were shooting at it. They took everyone and threw them in jail."
"Oh, wow. So how did you meet this lady?" she asked.
My response was simply, "She cut my hair."