Soon thereafter, I got a job, and I never saw those eight refugees again. We would, and on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving the Marine, his wife, and I picked up her family at the airport and brought them to their new home. Would we, he asked, help him find a home for her mother, sister, brother-in-law and five little nieces and nephews, all of whom were housed in a resettlement camp in Arkansas.įor weeks, without any luck, the Marine and I searched Baltimore for a suitable place, until one evening in mid-November a woman called saying she had a rental property and would make it available if our community would guarantee the rent. He had brought with him his exquisitely beautiful Vietnamese wife. Marine approached the Baltimore Catholic community to which I belonged. In the interest of full disclosure, this reviewer feels she must reveal a bit of personal history: In the autumn of 1975, after the fall of Saigon, a U.S.
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