A
Vietnamese’s Schindler
(To Louis Schuster my eternal gratitude)
Chaos.
Saigon,
April 1975.
The
helicopters kept flying from the roof.
Somewhere
in the city
There
was an American, a guardian angel
He
kept making up the names
Each
stroke he penned, each life he saved
He
put my name on his list
My
unforgettable American Schindler.
Now
I write.
Now
I live.
Linh
Duy Vo
On
28 April 2001, I was reunited with
"Uncle" Louis Schuster at the Reunion
of The Saigon Mission Association. The
above poem was read to him at the banquet.
A
week later, he sent me the his cherished flags
of the U.S.A. and South Vietnam. He took
them down from the DAO Headquarters at 10:00
hour, 29 April 1975. I am deeply moved and
honored to be their safekeeper.
