I was 5 years old, running from bomb shells in the fields almost every night. The Vietnam and Cambodian wars had been raging around me my whole life, and my home was a battlefield. Communist radicals wanted to turn my country back to year zero.
Men were regularly taken to fields and executed. One day, my father disappeared.
And another day, radicals had an AK-47 pointed at my mom.
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