A Vietnam Immigrant’s Story of Gratitude to All Vietnam Veterans

Today, my cousin Major General (ret.) USAF Stanley F. Newman emailed this story to me. In August, Stan will celebrate his 90th birthday. He is one of the “Greatest Generation” and our family has always been extremely proud of Stan’s service. I trust you will also appreciate his service to our country.

Stan enlisted in the U.S. Army Air Corps in 1942. He flew 57 combat missions in P-51s while in the Ninth United States Army Air Forces in the European Theater of Operations. After World War II, in 1948, he moved to Oklahoma and joined the 185th Fighter Squadron of the Oklahoma Air National Guard, flying P-51s.  Stan was recalled to active duty with the 185th for the Korea War, in which he flew 100 combat missions. During the Vietnam War, Stan flew cargo missions into South Vietnam. In July 1983, with nearly 41 years of service, Stan retired.

The story Stan sent touched my heart with gratitude for the freedom my family and I enjoy because of Stan and so many men and women who have served in the United States Military. Whether you live in the United States or another country, I trust this story and the message of freedom, courage, hard work and appreciation will also resonate with you.

On Saturday, July 24th, 2010 the town of Prescott Valley, AZ hosted a Freedom Rally. Quang Nguyen was asked to speak on his experience of coming to America and what it means. He spoke the following in dedication to all Vietnam Veterans.

“Thirty five years ago, if you were to tell me that I am going to stand up here speaking to a couple thousand patriots, in English, I’d laugh at you. Man, every morning I wake up thanking God for putting me and my family in the greatest country on earth.

I just want you all to know that the American dream does exist and I am living the American dream. I was asked to speak to you about my experience as a first generation Vietnamese-American, but I’d rather speak to you as an American.

If you hadn’t noticed, I am not white and I feel pretty comfortable with my people. I am a proud US citizen and here is my proof. It took me 8 years to get it, waiting in endless lines, but I got it, and I am very proud of it.

I still remember the images of the Tet offensive in 1968, I was six years old. Now you might want to question how a 6-year-old boy could remember anything. Trust me, those images can never be erased. I can’t even imagine what it was like for young American soldiers, 10,000 miles away from home, fighting on my behalf.

35 years ago, I left South Vietnam for political asylum. The war had ended. At the age of 13, I left with the understanding that I may or may not ever get to see my siblings or parents again. I was one of the first lucky 100,000 Vietnamese allowed to come to the US. Somehow, my family and I were reunited 5 months later, amazingly, in California. It was a miracle from God.

If you haven’t heard lately that this is the greatest country on earth, I am telling you that right now. It was the freedom and the opportunities presented to me that put me here with all of you tonight. I also remember the barriers that I had to overcome every step of the way. My high school counselor told me that I cannot make it to college due to my poor communication skills. I proved him wrong. I finished college. You see, all you have to do is to give this little boy an opportunity and encourage him to take and run with it. Well, I took the opportunity and here I am.

This person standing tonight in front of you could not exist under a socialist/communist environment. By the way, if you think socialism is the way to go, I am sure many people here will chip in to get you a one-way ticket out of here. And if you didn’t know, the only difference between socialism and communism is an AK-47 aimed at your head. That was my experience.

In 1982, I stood with a thousand new immigrants, reciting the Pledge of Allegiance and listening to the National Anthem for the first time as an American. To this day, I can’t remember anything sweeter and more patriotic than that moment in my life.
Fast forwarding, somehow I finished high school, finished college, and like any other goofball 21 year old kid, I was having a great time with my life. I had a nice job and a nice apartment in Southern California. In some way and somehow, I had forgotten how I got here and why I was here.

One day I was at a gas station, I saw a veteran pumping gas on the other side of the island. I don’t know what made me do it, but I walked over and asked if he had served in Vietnam . He smiled and said yes. I shook and held his hand. The grown man began to well up. I walked away as fast as I could and at that very moment, I was emotionally rocked. This was a profound moment in my life. I knew something had to change in my life. It was time for me to learn how to be a good citizen. It was time for me to give back.

You see, America is not just a place on the map, it isn’t just a physical location. It is an ideal, a concept. And if you are an American, you must understand the concept, you must accept this concept, and most importantly, you have to fight and defend this concept. This is about Freedom and not free stuff. And that is why I am standing up here.

Brothers and sisters, to be a real American, the very least you must do is to learn English and understand it well. In my humble opinion, you cannot be a faithful patriotic citizen if you can’t speak the language of the country you live in. Take this document of 46 pages – last I looked on the Internet, there wasn’t a Vietnamese translation of the US Constitution. It took me a long time to get to the point of being able to converse and until this day, I still struggle to come up with the right words. It’s not easy, but if it’s too easy, it’s not worth doing.

Before I knew this 46-page document, I learned of the 500,000 Americans who fought for this little boy. I learned of the 58,000 names scribed on the black wall at the Vietnam Memorial. You are my heroes. You are my founders.

At this time, I would like to ask all the Vietnam veterans to please stand. I thank you for my life. I thank you for your sacrifices, and I thank you for giving me the freedom and liberty I have today. I now ask all veterans, firefighters, and police officers, to please stand. On behalf of all first generation immigrants, I thank you for your services and may God bless you all.”

Quang Nguyen Creative Director/Founder Caddis Advertising, LLC

L Sue Gilmore

I hope you will share this story with others, especially if they are Vietnam Veterans, or are serving or have served in the military.

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  1. George on June 20, 2013 at 1:41 pm

    General Newman is indeed one of the greatest of the great from that wonderful and inspiring generation! To all who have known the General, consider yourself very fortunate. Everyone I know who engaged with General Newman came away with better futures–whether it was guidance on improving one’s life and/or career, or simply a better awareness and appreciation for life, the General has surely blessed us all 🙂
    PS: Thanks Sheila for recognizing the one we all know and love!

  2. sheila on June 25, 2013 at 12:42 pm

    George, I am in complete agreement with your exceptional comment. How blessed we are to be a part of the “Newman Family”. Yes, we all love, admire, and respect our “General (Dad/Cousin) Stan!

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