wall of Uncle Hung's living room, I saw the citation of the US Army
Commendation Medal with "V" Device ( V= Valor), which was awarded to
Luu Huyen for meritorious action while he commanded a Joint Vietnamese-American
reconnaissance team in an operation against the enemy maquis. (Uncle Hung was
an official of the Chieu Hoi (Open Arms) Ministry under the First and
Luu Huyen passed away when his son Doan was only two and a half years old. On the day of my visit to Miami Doan was 18 and a student at UCLA. Although fifteen years had elapsed, Mr. and Mrs. Buu Hung were filled with emotion each time I mentioned Huyen's name: they spoke about their son with much pride in their voices and on their faces. Uncle Hung showed me an album containing photos of Huyen's funeral. The photo that moved me the most was the one showing little Doan wearing mourning garb, with a pacifier in his mouth. In another picture, he held on to his mother's dress. In yet another he stood by himself next to the wreaths of flowers in front of his father's coffin. Everyone in the funeral procession was preoccupied or crying bitterly for the deceased. Doan was then too small to know the big loss of his life.
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