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If my mother wanted to put my father in his place, she would tell the story of how they met, and how I got my name. For some reason, that always made ..
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My father was a pretty reserved guy, he didn’t express a lot of emotion. But he had a thing about the American flag. He always smiled when he lo..
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We kids had the run of the neighborhood. The yards were big and the traffic on the streets was sparse in our secluded location. For the most part, the..
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I was three and a half when we came to America. I remember very little of my real hometown in Kazakhstan. My earliest memory is of a place called Akta..
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I will remember July 20, 1969 until my last breath. Of course, Artur was at the command center at Marshall Space Flight Center. The rest of the family..
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It’s not like I had anything better to do. We walked off of the plane, and into the terminal at Warsaw Chopin Airport. I was intimidated by the ..
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My father settled into his new job easily. He was teaching American history, calculus, and a graduate course on the history of the Soviet space progra..
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I’m not one, but I know some people.
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You all look like ants to me.
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My name is Phong Duc Vuong.
I live in New Zealand and raise sheep for a living. As you might guess, I am not a native
Kiwi. In 1975, when forces..
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