In life, my only son and I rarely have chances to discuss about my past. Most of the times when we sat together, he didn't agree with what I did and was doing.

This is just a storage of my documents, just in case I enjoy a heart attack before telling him about my life...

This is the album where I store the pictures that I was lucky to recently photograph my friends, or to retrieve from their family's archive.
When the communist winners came to take Danang City in March 29, 1975, they burned my bookshelf, my photos along with my uniforms. With the next fifteen and half year without a camera in possession, I lost the chances to build up my album.
It's too late now. But let me start... over again.