Today I called my father to thank him for his service during the Vietnam War. He sent me these photos shortly after I hung up the phone with him.
I can’t help but cry when I look at these.
The war fucked him up bad. I can’t even imagine being Asian American and serving in the Marines during this time.
He was born in American but had to face so much racism in the Marines.
He was spit on when he came back just because he was in uniform and people did not support the war.
He had to watch his friends die in battle and was awarded a Purple Heart after almost dying.
He was only 18 when he left in hopes of helping his country and I can’t say that his country really helped him...
I love my Dad, he will always be my hero.