The Hmong Sacrifice

I said that I would be posting more about our Hmong brothers lost in combat during the “Secret War in Laos”. I feel compelled to do so to say ‘thank you’ to this group of now American citizens who were initially ignored and misunderstood and too often belittled. I love the Hmong men and women who now feed and bless my son as he works as a missionary among them.

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Hmong Pilots Being Thanked 37 Years After Their Service

My Note of Thanks:

Thank you for joining the fight to stop the advance of communism in Laos. Your people have long fought governments threatening your freedom and families. We Mormons believe that the Spirit of God is the Spirit of Freedom (Alma 61:15). We also believe government, “should restrain crime, but never control conscience [or] suppress the freedom of the soul.”

My heart breaks when I consider the many 10’s of thousands of your people that were lost. I sorrow to think that your people suffered so much. When you came to America, you were forced into a lifestyle that left many sad and empty. I am glad you are here and that your new generations are now adding so much to our culture with your strong family values and hard work.

I was especially touched by the following video of Hmong pilots who were honored after 37 years of being hidden from public view because of the politics. This video says what I can’t. I’m sorry you had to wait so long. I didn’t serve my country in the military. I owe you a debt of gratitude. Thank you!

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Here is a video on the secret war in Laos (1 of 4):

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2 thoughts on “The Hmong Sacrifice”

  1. I once knew a young man who was quite shy and slightly gangly. We met one day on the playground of an elementary school where other boys were playing the game of chicken. It is a game where one lifts an other boy on his shoulders and at “go” everyone tries to pull the others down. I turned to this gangly young man and ask “would you like to climb on my shoulders”. We could become a team and he did! I had the opportunity to lift who would become my best friend as a young man on my shoulders and mostly lose but sometimes win at chicken. Today, as I read inspired words of that same young man in this most wonderful blog, I realize that now, he is lifting me. He is lifting more than me, he is lifting those who have not yet decided to lift themselves. He is extending a hand a fellowship in love as the Savior would, in the same way, with the same spirit, to lift those who need so badly the love of a friend, to feel needed, and to feel loved. In chicken, our goal was to drag the others down. Today I applaud my good and worthy friend, for you are lifting others up to higher places. I love you my friend, David Hull

    1. I was quite scrawny and not just a little clumsy. This is a kind comment from a man who risks his own life to save others as a firefighter. Years have separated us, but the kindred spirit of a best friend is never forgotten. Bless you David – I’m so glad for the not-just-chance meeting at the band competition Saturday!

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