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Things
My Father Carries:
Reverberations
of the Vietnam War Through the Generations
by Pauline T. Nguyen, Staff Writer
"'Daddy, tell the truth,' Kathleen can say, 'did you
ever kill anybody?'
And I can say honestly, 'Of course not.' Or I can say honestly, 'Yes.'"
- Things They Carried, Tim O'Brien
I have never been
able to ask my father that question. Truthfully, I would not know how
to respond if he answered yes. My father, in the prime of his life,
was a fighter pilot for the Americans-trying to salvage his homeland,
Saigon. He risked his life, his family's life, and his unfulfilled dreams
to fly a plane and fight a fight that he would never discuss again.
He steadfastly maintains his silence, a testament to the horrors he
witnessed. However, I long to ask him about his days as a solider.
For
me, the Vietnam War has always been a mystery. What I have learned about
it stems from a textbook or glimpses of documentaries. While it was
my father who participated in the war, I am also affected by the consequences
of his participation. The War may have ended twenty years ago, but the
memories that my father and many other soldiers, Vietnamese and American
alike, still haunt them. Their silence or inability to express these
haunting images resonates in the relationship with their children. From
a generation who found the war inexplicable to a generation who finds
the enduring frustration inexplicable, the War is still a magnetic force
that guides the actions and emotions of its players.
From a generation who found the
war inexplicable to a generation who finds the enduring frustration
inexplicable, the War is still a magnetic force that guides the actions
and emotions of its players.
In a recent Dateline special, an American Vietnam veteran finally revealed
his painful reminder of his soldiering days. While fighting in a small
North Vietnamese town, he killed a Viet Cong soldier. For some unexplainable
reason, he decided to look at the soldier's identification papers and
found a picture of the man's daughter. He kept that picture in his wallet
for over 20 years. It was only four years ago that he decided he would
return that picture to its rightful owner. He boarded a plane to Vietnam,
full of fears and regrets, to give the man's daughter the only picture
of her dead father. What would make this man keep a painful physical
reminder of the horrors he saw and the sin he committed? The anguish
affected his family. His wife could not penetrate the emotional shield
he used to protect himself from the guilt. Ironically, he would have
two girls-another reminder of his sin.
His daughters never
knew that he kept a dirty secret in his wallet. All they knew was that
he was never emotionally available. There was something sad about their
father, something that he kept from them. Even after their father revealed
the picture, they were upset about the lost times they could have shared.
That picture took the place of hugs and kisses, of a carefree and loving
father, but most of all, the presence of a father who had nothing to
hide. For them, the Vietnam War severed more than their family. It severed
the possibility of a family.
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