Hanh joined the South Vietnamese Army and, after the fall of Saigon in April 1975, spent two years in a Communist reeducation camp. Their improbable reunion happened this past weekend in Hanh’s home town. Reischl brought a DNA kit so they could submit a sample from Hanh to a database for Amerasians seeking relatives on a family heritage website.There, she met her husband, now 74 and incapacitated from a stroke. Over the years, she said, she never stopped looking for her child — and never forgave Reischl for deserting her. After she saw the news article, Hanh emailed the reporter, who helped her link up with Reischl back in St. Without this effort, they say, their reunion will not be complete. But he never forgot his “first lady.” Around 2005, after his second marriage ended, Reischl set out to search for the woman he remembered only as “Linh Hoa” — not her actual name. servicemen and Vietnamese women during the Vietnam War, most of whom eventually immigrated to the United States. Since 2012, with the help of Father Founded volunteers, Reischl has traveled to Vietnam five times, speaking to journalists and placing ads in local newspapers. Reischl was sent home the next summer, and although he told Hanh of his departure, apparently she did not understand and thought he had simply disappeared.He began by scouring the Internet, eventually contacting Father Founded, a group that helps link soldiers and their Amerasian children through DNA testing and other means. He has kept the photos for 45 years “She wanted me to stay with her and live in Vietnam.
“Suddenly the memories of the first love re-emerged.” Also flooding back were thoughts of their daughter. After Reischl shipped out, a devastated Hanh left Saigon to take refuge in the countryside. 18, 1970, she gave to birth to a baby girl with large eyes and pale skin whom she called Nguyen Thanh Nguyen Thuy. She became emotional again when the two sat down for an interview.The visits were monitored and controlled, her words scripted.She smiled and played her role, but the rage inside began to build and consume her.'My heart was exactly like a black coffee cup,' she said.There was no way for him to know she desperately wanted his help again. She had never believed anyone would ever want her because of the ugly patchwork of scars that banded across her back and pitted her arm, but Bui Huy Toan seemed to love her more because of them.The media eventually found Phuc living near Toronto, and she decided she needed to take control of her story.
The little girl heard a roar overhead and twisted her neck to look up.