excerpt from an upcoming memoir

By Duc Nguyen

It was the end of April 1975, when the air was filled with heavy moisture, I woke up covered in sweats. Things were quieter than usual. Out on the street, people weren't moving around like any other day. As a matter of fact, there was hardly anyone out on the street. And the ones who were out, walked in a hurry and kept their eyes scanning surroundings…