My husband was in Vietnam a few years ago. He stayed at the Hanoi Hilton -- the hotel, not the prison. Everyone was very nice, and the common language is American English.
I guess I can see it. Vietnamese men and women who emigrated here after the war and raised families in America going back to visit relatives, their kids bringing Americanisms and American English with them. Plus, there's the Internet.
Yes, Rebel, they were the enemy when my neighbor's father, a fairly high-up official in Saigon, was thrown in prison after the North Vietnamese takeover. His mother, who was not raised to work, was called upon to support the family and to feed her husband in prison, since the government didn't do that. They got out in the early 1990s and came to the US. I was privileged to meet his mother before she died several years ago, still obviously a lovely and gracious lady.
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My husband was in Vietnam a few years ago. He stayed at the Hanoi Hilton -- the hotel, not the prison. Everyone was very nice, and the common language is American English.
In Hanoi? I could believe that of Saigon, but Hanoi?
Seriously, Rebel. He was a little concerned about the visit, and very pleasantly surprised at the atmosphere.
Interesting. When I was there in '68, Hanoi were the enemy.
I guess I can see it. Vietnamese men and women who emigrated here after the war and raised families in America going back to visit relatives, their kids bringing Americanisms and American English with them. Plus, there's the Internet.
Yes, Rebel, they were the enemy when my neighbor's father, a fairly high-up official in Saigon, was thrown in prison after the North Vietnamese takeover. His mother, who was not raised to work, was called upon to support the family and to feed her husband in prison, since the government didn't do that. They got out in the early 1990s and came to the US. I was privileged to meet his mother before she died several years ago, still obviously a lovely and gracious lady.
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