My name is Tung, and I am REALLY happy!

I live in a small home with my father. My mother died a few years ago from medical complications. The doctors say it was because of her service to my country during the US-Vietnam conflict. She used to go up into the mountains to stitch the clothes of the soldiers and bring them food and water. Regardless of your political ideas, she died in service to her country.

Unfortunately, I have to sacrifice, too. As happy as I am, I can no longer go to school. I am mentally retarded, and I didn't really fit in there, anyway. I have a good community and a good father, but I'm just... different.

It's not my fault. It's war.