Aren't you going to invite us in...I want to speak with you...
I'm NOT giving this woman any money; I want to see what's going on though
We were just having dinner!
You make uniforms for soldiers?
The Communists killed my son as well. I'm doing my civil duty
My husband was parachuted, there in 1963, and I haven't heard from him since.
Yes, some are from the guerilla army in Thailand. American sizes are too large for Vietnamese men and the proportions aren’t right. Plus the men want their names sewn on, and their ranks and units.
It sounds like she needs the money; I didn't know she was going through all this
Here; this is all I have
You see how the Communists weren’t satisfied with killing my son once?” Mrs. Hoa aimed her gaze at me. “They killed him twice when they desecrated his grave. They don’t respect anybody, not even the dead.”
Theme: How we all need to come together and sacrifice to fight for a worthy cause