Immigration short story.

Hey, my name is Robert. My dad and my mom are both American, but I live in Viet Nam since I was born. Today, I will tell you guys about my grandfather’s immigration. He’s an American soldier in the “America and Viet Nam War”. He joined the army because he was forced by the government. In the early time, he has already seen the meaningless of this war. It just made other houses become trash and many people would die. He had understood how the lost of the family members felt, he tried to convince the U.S army to stop this meaningless war. But there were no reply from the government. He was very angry and then he came up to the most important decision of his life (it influenced mine too). He left the U.S army to join Viet Nam army by the 1960s, therefore, he and my great grandmother moved to Viet Nam.

            Then, after the war ended in 1975, he decided to live in Viet Nam because he loves this place and he thinks he belong here. He’s living in the countryside now to enjoy his life. I visit him very often.  He said he loves this climate and the environment around him. Because of his kindness to Vietnamese people so all of his neighbor show kindness to him. He lives healthy day after another. And thanks to my grandfather’s great immigration, I meet other race friends and they are all very kind to me. And other positive factor of my grandfather’s great immigration, now, I can speak both language very well (American English and Vietnamese). But I still want my parents and me to visit America because many of my friends said that America is clean and beautiful. And another factors attracted me to VietNam is it’s not a clean country and the traffic is horrible( I lucky because I can live in a giant laboratory) . This whole story I wrote here is from my grandfather’s memories.