This morning I had to run to my home town for a filled out form to send VA. As I returned to my apartment complex, I stopped to check my mail. Well this lady was in the back of the moving truck just sitting and I began to converse with her. She was born in Viet Nam, long since the conflict. She was born in the town that I was stationed Nah Trang. She said they ran away from there and got on a boat, then in a concentration camp. Her and her husband are moving out of my apartments into one at the university where he works. She thank me for serving and said that her family has no problems with America for what happened back then. It was a small conversation and a small world with a thank you from someone with memories.