I also worked with an awesome guy who was from Vietnam. His parents straight up threw him on a makeshift raft with random people he didn’t know just to get him out of there. He was around 6 years old. He somehow was adopted by a U.S. family and eventually joined the army. He was in special operations with me and was a phenomenal shooter and operator. He almost lost his right eye when a bad hand load blew up in the chamber on his sniper rifle. He taught himself to shoot left eye and left handed and still destroyed us at the range. He always had snacks hidden everywhere. In his pockets, nooks and crannies in his room, all over the place. We always gave him a hard time. He told us that he was on the verge of starving to death after his parents tossed him on that raft. He said you wouldn’t understand unless you’ve been truly hungry and not knowing how or if you’d eat again. He wasn’t going to be hungry again if he could help it. We lost him in Iraq unfortunately. A regular army unit shot him with “friendly fire”.