By Bruce Thomas
Fifty years ago my family departed the shores of the United States for Saigon, the capital of what was then South Vietnam. Most of our friends asked, “Where?” At that time, Southeast Asia was not a familiar piece of the globe for Americans.
After I finished my first year of high school in southwest Florida, in May of 1960, we traveled up to Washington, DC, where my father was to be given indoctrination training for his two year posting overseas. He was being loaned by the Federal Aviation Agency to the Agency for International Development. (Throughout his entire career, beginning in 1937 after a stint with the Army, Dad worked for the FAA and its variously-named predecessor and successor agencies.) He was going to be an advisor to the Directorate of Civil Aviation of the Republic of South Vietnam, specializing in electronic equipment used in the field of aviation.
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