Vietnamese Father & Son Chose to Live in the Forest Since 1972

Father and Son Who Survived the Viet War 40 yrs ago

Father and son who fled during the Vietnamese war 40 years ago have been coaxed from their hut deep in the forest. In the photo, Ho Van Lang, now 42, is wearing loincloth made from tree barks. The father, 82 years old Ho Van Thanh, then a communist soldier is already frail and has to be carried in a hammock. Thanh ran and took his then 2 years old boy after an American bombing transpired in central Quang Ngai province back in 1972, where he also witnessed the death of his mother and two other children.

In 2004, Thanh’s younger son already taken the pair back to the village but they cannot adapt and choose to fled back to their forest home. There, they would forage and plant corn. The younger son will then visit annually to bring their necessities. But locals started spotting the pair up and reported them back to the authorities.

Local official Hoang Anh Ngoc told the media that “The son is afraid of the crowds. He will not talk to strangers… but he talks inside their family.” The official also assured that the government is also to spend $2,300 to build the men home and facilitate Thanh’s medical condition.


Merry Christmas everyone! Be safe and enjoy the long vacation, cheers!Image

I think it is time I get this blog straight again. This is not supposed to be a personal blog, but what can I do? I am a sentimental fool. It is not too late, though. I got one topic in my mind that needs some light. Days ago, our family and the rest of the families in our community celebrated the three kings’ day. Going out in the city proves otherwise. There are not so many people who celebrate this day anymore. In fact, you wouldn’t see garlands and greetings in the malls. Does this mean humans have started to strip the history with what they can categorize as surpluses to the holidays?

My mom used to tell us the tale of the three kings’ day. It is the feast that looks back to humbling one’s self. These kings are……kings! Yet, they have visited a baby in the manger and offered gifts. That is really humbling. We celebrate it to remember that we have to be humble all the time. That we have to consider other people, to treat them well, and to respect them however poor or rich they are. This feast has to be celebrated because we are neighbor loving people and we will not let each other fall.

Yes, it is easier said than done. If we can’t celebrate this day, we tend to forget the moral of the story. I guess it is better to stay as a kid who can just always listen to what their parents has to say. To what they will read at nights as they croon you to sleep. Repeating tales and tales of goodness until you are asleep—but remembering the story when the day light comes peeping in the horizon.

I am probably having the worst new year of my life. This is not what I have planned. In fact, what I had in mind was more of the otherwise. I planned to have a great celebration of life, my family and loved ones. But how could that possibly be? The one and only person I shared, trusted, and been with for 14 years is ending everything with me? I think that is unfair. Is this New Year just has to be a total beginning of a new life? I still believe we are good together and that ending all of these is insane. But what can I do if that’s what my love wants?

I have my own share of imperfections, and I probably had neglected the small things that count in a relationship. But I had been faithful all along. I never thought of being with someone else or sharing my life to someone I can meet in the future. I had my mind and heart fixed to just one person, and all I got is this. As if it is not enough, I am dying from hurt here and they (my darling and that f**king wacko) is having a good time together. How could anyone do that?

They have just met seen each other again last December 18 and now they feel like they are the only ones who have the right to be happy? What happened to respect? To delicadeza as the Spaniards would put it? Don’t they realize they had hurt someone so bad to be really happy? Don’t I deserve a little time to heal and at least for you my love to show me you also hurt for me? Or was I just a fool to give you too much credit? What pains me the most is that I know my love is not really in love with that creep but considers the lifetime security of a hefty bank account can make.

Isn’t it great to be working all year and finally earning a week or two of holiday vacation? We’ll, let’s just say that I’ve earned mine and I just thought that it is a good reason for a post. I’ve been packing up my things since day one of December and I am just too glad to finally be on my way! It’s going to be a two-week vacation and I am going to make the best time of my life from it. I’m going to throw a great Christmas and New Year’s party with the people I love the most in this life.

I’d take my mom and siblings out for a diner or lunch and ill cook for them on either the Christmas or New Year’s Eve. As for my nephews and nieces, I have already sent packages home loaded with toys and things I can pack for gifts. You see, I’ve been readying myself for the occasion for too long now. I’m not that excited, am I?

I’m also looking forward to see my best friend and spend days talking with her until we both run dry of words. I wanted to hear everything that has happened in her life lately and hopefully, she would want to hear mine as well.

I am also looking forward to our high school batch reunion, which modesty aside, I have made possible. I mean, I am in charged but not the money-ger. Fortunately, Manny Pacquiao’s trusted friend and trainer Buboy Fernandez is married to one of my classmates so she is going to finance the entire affair.

To everyone, I hope you are all looking forward to a great holiday his Christmas. Merry Christmas in advance and may we all have a great 2010!

Finally, my brother is no longer interested with illegal motor racing and got a new pink Yamaha Mio. The little ride is cool with its perfect sized seats and bigger utility box. It also has a nicer and safer foot rest where mud and water splashes had no way of dirtying riders’ feet. But it is cooler living legally. National statistics show that 49 out of a thousand participants in illegal races are injured. In 2001 alone, 49 deaths were connected to these activities. So you can just imagine our relief when my brother finally drops his interests to big, ear shattering DTs.

Only problem is, he had converted my Honda Wave S. It now sports street illegal mufflers. But we already had an agreement on that. He has to put everything he has replaced in that nice bike back before the holidays. That way, I can make use of it when I get home for the holiday vacation. That task will also make it safer and look better. We also agreed that he put up a garage for his motorbikes. Our little porch now looks like a showroom. Not that I don’t like it, the crowding little rides just make our little home a lot smaller!

april-5Getting old makes me a little mushy I guess. Not that I’m not sentimental, but it’s just that I was never close to my papa. Today is his 6th year death anniversary and I just happen to look back at the years when he was still alive. He was the worst father any child could get, but also the best. Kinda confusing, I know but that was how he was. He was a father who wont be there to show you how important you are and the things that happening in your life. But one thing is for sure, he thought me to be the kind of person I am. For that, I really appreciate him.

There are very many kids now who are into different stuffs that are not quite right for them because they have an absentee parents or spoiling mom and dad. But my father, he was really weird. I know in his heart he wants the best for me and my siblings, for the family actually, but he never showed that. He challenged each one of us to stand on our own feet and to become a person with morality. He was, in fact, more of a trainer than a father to us. But guess what? We became good citizens and loving kids to our mother! I think that’s all that matters now.

As I reminisce, I still don’t feel so much for my father but I loved him in a very special way no words can ever express. I still don’t miss him because he was never there for me when he was alive but who cares? I respect him and I still think he should have lived a little longer to see how we, his kids, have become. Love you, pop, no words can ever say… Gee, you hate that pet name please don’t visit me tonight!