Freedom Is Not Free
May 2nd, 1975
I first landed on American soil,
A place named Camp Pendleton.
There were tents built by the Marines
For the Vietnamese refugees.
There were hearts that warmed others' hearts.
There were hands that reached out for others' hands.
There were souls that cheered up others' souls.
All have one common home,
That is the home of Freedom.
That was my first home:
The Marine Camp, Pendleton,
That says "Freedom Is Not Free."
Linh Duy Vo
(The Boy in the Poem)
To remember the day Saigon lost its name, 30 April 1975
My Note: In remembrance of America's tragedy of September 11, 2001, I wish to include this poem which has been embraced by "Dear Daddy" (my first book of poetry, published 1995). It's for my Papas-san in infinite space...
