The following information is taken from my correspondence with Paul Tran whose family is from An Loc:
I grew up in An Loc and was 7 years old when the siege happened. My
mother and 6 of my other siblings had to escape on foot down Hwy. 13 to
Chon Thanh after surviving the mortar barrages as we passed by the
garrison on our way out of the city and then being held captives by the
NVA for a few days. I still have vivid
memories of the supply parachutes coming down and the carnage along the
road. Through some of the aerial photos and some help from my older
brother, I was able to look up the house where we used to live, the
Catholic School where I attended, and the path I took everyday to go to
school.
I am very glad that you took the time to put up this website. It has
helped me, in a way, to bring to closure to some of those horrible
childhood memories. I still have vivid memories of my childhood years in
An Loc and the ordeal of 1972.
After An Loc, my family ended up living in refugee camps until the
time we left the country, April 30th, 1975. Me and four of my sisters
had to go through another similar ordeal at Xuan Loc, the last stand
before Saigon fell to the commies.
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