The Hero was in the Reserve Army Medical Corps. In 1975-1976 Fort Chaffee became one of the processing camps for the refugees from Vietnam after the war. The Hero's troop was one of the many that rotated through to assist in the medical screenings and treatments for them.
He enjoyed this time and developed great respect for those that he met while working there. He often would wonder what happened to them and if his troop had helped any.
In the late 80's, he was going to a dental school to have his teeth done. The student who drew him for the dental work was oriental. He asked her where she was from. When she told him that she was from Vietnam, he told her about his experience. Lo and Behold. It turned out she was there with her mother at the exact same time as he had been. She said that the Army troops had been very nice and she was so thankful she had been given the chance to come here from Vietnam with her mother.
I wish I had his journals because he wrote her name and the special feelings it gave him that he had been a part of this young lady being able to be in this great country and learning a profession, which she probably would not have been able to do back at Vietnam. They had wonderful conversations about her experiences when he went to have his teeth done. It was sad when she moved on to other classes and was no longer his student dentist. She knew he wished her all the best.
The Hero was a part of history.