dep hoa
Cat Lo Navy Base was nice. Mama-San would say some of the GI’s were
number ten “him number ten, him bad, you number one, you number one
GI, Soul Brother number one, Number one Gi.” Most of the Vietnamese
people were friendly. There was a small roll of shops a little ways
down the road I guess the first one was 50 yards away from the
front gate. These shops were closely group together, I’m thinking
maybe five different shops, small structures, I only remember one
because I ate there, hey some noodles with some kind of meat, we
were told not to eat their food, but I was not going to listen to
that bullshit. Why? Because I would see this petty 16 year old
black-African and Vietnamese girl in the area of one of these
shops. I never talk to her, I wanted to send her a message, I’ll
eat your food, I trust, I respect, I care. Hey I figured if they
loved her they were cool with me. I would look at her, but never
stare, to me she was a baby-san. I gave her two nick names “it em
gai” (little sister) and “dep hoa” (beautiful flower) not to
long after I got to Cat Lo I volunteered to go out to the boonies,
I went TDY (90 day) to Phu Coung by “it em gai”. I was concern for
my heath, you know, getting body parts blown off, the worst fucking
thing, fucking getting capture, fuck that, no fucking way! What was
weird i wasn’t afraid of death, I just didn’t give a fuck! PEACE!
bLACK Screenwriter 