Sunday, September 15, 2019
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| Anh Đặng Nhứt Tâm 1953-2019 |
Anh Tâm là một trong những người tị nạn kỳ cựu nhất. Anh đến trại Phnomchat tháng 6 năm 1982, trong nhóm người đầu tiên đến trại này sau khi trại NW82 đóng cửa. Anh được biết đến nhiều vì những hành động anh hùng của anh đã giúp nhiều đàn bàn con gái thoát cảnh hảm hiếp ở Phnom Chat, như được cháu anh kể lại (xin coi bên dưới)
Anh Tâm sau đó lần lượt đi qua những trại tị nạn Red Hill, Nong Samet, Dong Rek, Sita A, Site 2, cuối cùng đã lên đường định cư tại San Diego năm 1986.
Thành thật chia buồn cùng gia đình anh Tâm
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| Dong Rek 1985 |
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| Nong Samet-1984 |
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| Red Hill -1983 |
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| Phnom Chat 1982 |
Nhân chứng cho một người tị nạn anh hùng
Phạm Huân
On behalf of my uncle Tung, a witness and testimony of my story whom has always support Tam all his life . I am here sharing my stories with this great man.
He is an uncle of mine that I always look up to as a father and a man I always wanted to be. He is extremely intelligent but humble. He is caring with his almighty pure heart and always put others above himself. He dislike bragger therefore he stay reserved. He had a great mind and intelligence and analytical skill that make him a person of wisdom. I will share a few herotic stories that I had witnessed.
After many failed escaped by boat from Vietnam, my uncle and I in 1982 tried our luck walking through the jungle/border of Vietnam and Cambodia. We were captured by the Pol pot known as Khmer Rough with a another group of vietnamese family. There was a teen girl among that family and the soldiers wanted to gang rape her. They dragged her behind the bush while her family stood silent and I saw my uncle run after them. He hold her hand saying my wife, my wife and tried to shield her. Soldiers screamed, yelled, beat him up with AK 41 and pointed a gun next to his ear and shot many rounds. He stood silence and didn’t moved an inch while I was on the ground in tears that for sure they were going to kill him. Somehow his determination and fearlessness gained their respect and they released her. She was save until they brought us to a camp. There were 100 of us men, women and kids in the camp guarded by pol pot’s soldiers. As daily routine in camp men , women as well as kids must do hard labor til sunset. Because of that, he wasn’t able to protect her and eventually she was rapped by many soldiers. Knowing this, after day of hard labor, he and my other uncle, Tung, sneaked out of camp navigating a mine filled jungle to reach the main road hoping to be able to contact anyone can help. They was able to hand delivered the note for some driver and sneaked back. She did get very sick and my uncle held her running to hospital far away while soldiers chasing them both using threats and gun but again he kept holding her running without stopping and managed to get her to the hospital. At night, he always sit in front of her mosquito net,sometimes I sat on his lap. People said he should laid in her bed tobe more convincing that they were spouses but he didn’t. One night soldiers came again with AK 41 shooting screaming using intimidation tried to take her. Everyone was on the ground but my uncle sat there like statue I can’t describe that moment how braves he was to protect someone he doesn’t even knew. From then on, at night, there was always a watcher so if you saw soldiers walking to camp every woman and girl ran out of camp hidden in the forrest til receiving signals that it was safe to returned. There are many more but it is too much to pen. He came to US since 1986 till now always working hard 6 days a week 10-12 hrs a day to support his family. We all came to him for advice and he was our foundation. He taught me many lessons how tobe decent human being.
I am eternally grateful to be with you all these years.