This letter was written by a Grade 3 boy to his dad, and he was locked in a re-education camp after the War.
Phu Loc, 25 September 1979
Dear Daddy
I wish you well. Grandparents are getting old. Mum has to work really hard in order to cover our schooling expenses. I am in grade 3, I just won school annual award. I am sick, so I stayed at home today.
Dear Daddy, we are very poor, we can only have a bowl of rice porridge a day. Mum cries often. We miss you very much Daddy. I see others have their Dads. I wish you learn Uncle Ho’s doctrine well so you can come home to us.
Your son,
Le Vinh Cuong
