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A two perspective story... The other part of the story... It was the year of 1964 and I was in my room reading a book while blocking my ears. I was clearly trying not to hear those gruesome gunshots. Every day I did this so I wouldn't have to think about my mother who died from one of those guns. It was a rifle. At least I'm pretty sure It was. I never want to hear that gunshot again. So now it's clear to say that I'm basically poor. I live in a small barn house in Saigon city in the south of Vietnam. Vietnam is starting to become a communist country, I don't want It to be though. My house is not so far from where the war is going on. Oh yeah and that book that I was reading, it's pretty much the only book I have. My mother gave it to me. She was good to me but now I'm living with my Dad and my big brother called Thien. That's the only family I have left.
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