I froze with fear as the Death God, in her white hooded robe, slid across the floor towards me. She exhaled over my face; I felt myself floating in the air, looking down at my dying body which greying gradually from my feet to my upper torso. But wait there’s more!
As my children were teenagers, I had more time to banish my lonely migrant symptoms by seeking social interactions with other adults.
I joined a mixed group. I remember that I felt so safe and welcomed with the group leader’s friendly manner. But wait there’s more!
I wish I could turn back the time so that,
I would then push my Dad to quickly flee.
“Run, Dad, and save your life no matter what!
The Communists won’t spare you, let hear me!
Commander’s duty – you fulfilled at last,
We don’t want you killed – let hear us all plea!
You’re not safe but we are, so let’s run fast!”
by Nishanth Jois.
30/04/1975, the day I lost my country, my identity as a soldier, and was torn between my own safety and my family.
I was Lieutenant Colonel working at J6 Joint General Staff (Signal Communications) – Headquarters.
I applied for family evacuation, reserved for high-ranking officers through the American Advisory Group. But wait there’s more!