Ba muoi thang Tu, or the thirtieth of April, is how today is being simply referred to in the Vietnamese community. It marks 35 years of the fall of Saigon (NOT Ho Chi Minh City, dammit!) to Communism. It has been 35 years since the following iconic images occurred.
Depictions of fleeing, desperation, brutality, fear. 35 years of this. It has been 35 years since my parents met, and 35 years since their college education were jeopardized.
I was born after the napalm settled. My father did not die escaping by sea, no matter how close he came to that. I still get to reunite with my father even though 6 years of my childhood was without him. My entire family is safe, mostly. I am lucky. I want to commemorate those who were not.