Thank you very much again for writing. We
always talk about enemies, but it's not
people that are the enemies, it's the
Click Here's a short story about my older brother
Jimmy. He was like me, when we went to
another country, we would find that if we
got away from the Americans, everyone would
treat us very well. Jimmy was in Saigon at
the time and he used to go way out to the
edge of the city and eat at a restraint
where no Americans would go.
One day he was eating some food and he
looked up at three men that were entering
the door. They were Viet Cong. They had
AK-47's and he had chop sticks in his hand.
He said that he looked over at his M-14 and
thought of grabbing it, but he realized that
he would be dead before he even got it in
his hand. He spoke Vietnamese so instead of
grabbing his gun, he yelled out, "Come and
eat with me." So the Viet Cong soldiers did
exactly that. They all ate and drank some
beer. After they finished their meal, the
Viet Cong said that he was a good Joe, but
this was their restraint and if he ever came
back that they would kill him.
So he picked up his gun and went home.
Today he is here to tell us about the
story. They weren't his enemy, they were
men with parents and families just like you
and me. It's the person that makes the
difference and what's in their heart, not
what country they come from or what color
they are. Read the Real GI Joe
I have two Vietnamese people that live near
me and they own a restraint called the Hong
Kong Express. They were boat people and
lost everything that they ever had when the
Viet Nam war was over. But they are some of
my best friends here and some of the most
honest and decent people that I know.
I will read your next letter now, so take
care and thanks again for writing.