tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
When I was too young to remember.
Or perhaps, unwilling to.
I lived a poor, but happy life.
A little unassuming Vietnamese boy living.
In the small village of My Lai.
I was too young, and perhaps, too poor for school.
To small for work.
So I spent my days exploring the vast tropical jungle around me.
Smart, curious, I’d explore with caution. Making sure to never be lost.
Making sure to be home in time for lunch.
But one day.
I was traveling through the jungle.
Found a small rope bridge across a large river valley.
Being so young and curious, this object presented a challenge that I simply could not refuse.
I slowly made my way across the bridge. I remember at one point, my foot went through the bridge and I almost fell.
I laughed it off and thought ‘this would make a great story that everyone can laugh to later’, how young and naive I was.
This bridge led to another part of the jungle that I’ve never been in.
It was exciting.
Climbing trees. Eating fruit.
I must have lost track of time.
Because the sun had almost set by the time I got back.
But what I came back to…
I could never describe.
Such horror for someone so young.
I remember my father, just laying there right in front of me but so far away.
I was just about to run across the clearing.
Maybe convince him to wake.
He was bleeding, and I thought that I could help him.
But, I remembered what he had said.
'These are difficult times son, you must remember to always be cautious.
If something bad were to happen here, you run.
Don’t try to help.
Don’t try to see what has happened.
Run for you life.
I love you son.’
A short while before the incident.
He started adding that to then end of everything he’d say to me.
I thought he was just being over bearing. I was so stupid.
And sure all that was a bit much to say to such a young child.
But those words saved my life.
I turned and ran back into the forest.
I ran faster, and longer that I’d ever run before in my life.
More fiercely that I’d ever done or would do so.
I ran till my little legs could run no more.
Over the rope bridge.
And far into the distance.
Once I got out of the jungle, I collapse and passed out.
I could take no more.
When I woke, I was on a boat. A big boat.
I asked where the boat was going, where I was.
But no one could understand my Vietnamese.
For a boy who had lived in a village surrounded by only Vietnamese.
I suddenly found myself on a boat and the only Vietnamese there.
Eventually I was adopted by a white Australian family.
But it was ten years, until I felt I could trust them enough to tell them my story.
I’ve had to live knowing that these American soldiers of ‘justice and peace’, Murdered, Raped, Slaughtered, and Mutilated everyone I know. Everyone I loved.
So there you go tumblr bot.
My earliest Human memory, is the words of my father, words that saved my life.
btw luke this was just for your reading pleasure =)