It could have been me...

I was born in Saigon in January 1972. How my two brothers and I managed to come to America is purely a miracle of God. We were adopted by an American family. If it hadn't been for their love, these pictures could very well have been of me or my brothers.

As I gaze at these frozen moments in time, I feel ashamed that others weren't as fortunate as myself. Utter helplessness can only describe my thoughts. I want to reach out and share my comforts with those tear-wrenching photos...

A man who doesn't know his own heritage...I am lost...looking at these "windows" on my past helps bridge the deep chasm of solitude.

Isn't it ironic, how war raped my homeland, yet I now am part of that machine? Yes, I serve with the United States Army, and I am proud of what I stand for. Maybe I can make a difference in this world...even if I can't, I will forever try. Those pleading eyes are my inspiration for life.