the incredible story of the inspiring Australian women who rescued hundreds of orphans at the end of the Vietnam War.refugee children -- vietnam -- history -- 20th century, vietnam war, 1961-1975 -- children, volunteer workers in social service -- australia -- biography

From the most photographed war in the twentieth century, among the enduring images is one of a little girl screaming in pain and terror are being burned by napalm in an air attack. On June 8, 1972, nine year old Kim Phuc ran from her burning village in South Vietnam and into the eye of history.kim phuc, vietnamese conflict, 1961-1975 - children, vietnamese conflict, 1961-1975 -- aerial operations, american

This is a remarkable story of bravery and compassion. Liz Thomas flew alone to Vietnam in 1972 having trained as a nurse. She was twenty years old and her one aim was to help and care for the suffering.vietnam war, 1961-1975 - children, vietnam war, 1961-1975 - civilian relief

Learning and accepting responsibility seems to be a slow [rocess. vietnam war, 1961-1975 - children - diseases, agent orange - tboxicology, agent orange, u.s. intervention, tu du hospital, ho chi minh

the Viet Cong often made horribly murderous examples of local farmers whom they felt were not cooperative. Sometimes just the farmer died, but often for greater emphasis his wife and children were also murdered, or a bomb might be exploded in a crowded market to discourage farmers from coming to towns not under Viet Cong control.vietnam war, 1961-1975 - personal narratives, american, viet cong

Dear America is more than correspondence from homesick Gls. It is a collective letter to the nationand its governent, a plea that asks: Why did you do this to your children?vietnam war, 1961-1975 - personal narratives, american

Rosalie Rayment originally trained and worked as an Occupational Therapist. Following completion of studies in Theology she worked for 11 years with the Church in Thailand. Rosalie was ordained in 1988. Fred Vanclay B.D., Dip AgS. ordained 1964 in the Presbyterian Church. Served: Queensland 1961 - 1975; Victoria 1976 - 1985 Vermont - Parkmore; Northern Territory Tennant-Barkly Patrol 1985 - 1993. Died in 2016. Adapted from the eulogy given by his son, Jerry Vanclay One of Fred’s first placements as a minister was in Mackay, North Queensland. Mackay was a wonderful place for Fred, his wife Donna and their young family. They all loved the beaches and the bush, and the children completed a significant part of their schooling there. Whilst posted in Mackay, Fred and Donna enjoyed long road trips in their modest HR Holden sedan, with the family, to Uluru, to Broome via the Borroloola Track, and down the Birdsville Track to the Flinders ranges; along the way, developing the bushcraft that would stand them in good stead later in the Tennant-Barkly Patrol. After many years in ministry in Mackay, then in Vermont, Victoria, Fred and Donna were called to the Tennant-Barkly Patrol in the Northern Territory, where he served for eight years, probably Fred’s most satisfying years. All Fred’s parishes were welcoming and rewarding, but Fred said on more than one occasion that he had a special love for the Patrol. He felt that in an urban congregation, he ministered mainly to those who came to Church, but in the Patrol he ministered to everyone, and especially to those in need. Fred loved to get involved with the day-to-day activities of his people, to develop a deeper relationship and greater understanding. Some remarked that when Fred helped, everything took longer, but they loved him and his assistance nonetheless. Fred was proud to follow in the footsteps of his predecessor Padre Fred McKay, and sometimes joked that he was “Fred the 2nd”, not Fred McKay, but “Fred from Mackay”. During his last few weeks in hospital, Fred liked to reminisce on his time in the Patrol. He joked about how he surprised the selection panel with his knowledge of bush tracks and outstations – knowledge that he had gained on those long road trips from Mackay. He reflected that many aspects of his life were good preparation for his time in the Patrol. After their Patrol, Fred and Donna retired to Mt Waverley, in Melbourne, but they were both restless in retirement, and undertook supply ministries in Wedderburn, Kerang and North Cairns, and made several long journeys into the interior and into their beloved Patrol [in Tennant Creek] – as well as frequent visits to their eight grandchildren and two great-grandchildren, and occasional trips to Europe to reunite with distant family. They never tired of ministering and adventuring, but as age and infirmity progressively clipped their wings, they travelled more in spirit and less by car. Despite the many celebrations that he blessed – baptisms, marriages, and funerals – Fred never sought the limelight, and I think he would be surprised by our gathering today. I can almost hear him saying “Don’t make a fuss; just say a heartfelt prayer together”. – Jerry Vanclay Informal B & W gloss photo of Rev. Fred Vanclay, his wife Donna, Rosalie Rayment (later ordained) and one other unidentified person.

Far too many of these brave soldiers have suffered illness as a result of their services, and now we know that, for many of them, the health effects were also passed along to their children. That is more than anyone can ask in terms of service to nation.vietnam war, 1961-1975- - chemical warfare - health aspects, veterans - diseases - australia, wayne "sam" brown, conscription - australia, infantry medic, corps 3, chemical warfare

To my children, wo asked he question that started the writing.vietnam war, 1961-1975 - personal narratives, australian, soldiers - australia - biography

To my children, who asked the question that started the writing.vietnam war, 1961-1975 - personal narratives, australian, soldiers - australia - biography

Growing up in a small Victorian country town during the 1950's I saw many an Anzac Day march. They were really big parades, with brass and highland bands. As children we would follow the march along the main street to the Public Hall where they would hold a service.vietnam war, 1961-1975, personal narratives - australian, neil roberts

Growing up in a small Victorian country town during the 1950's I saw many an Anzac Day march. They were really big parades, with brass and highland bands. As children we would follow the march along the main street to the Public Hall where they would hold a service.vietnam war, 1961-1975, personal narratives - australian, neil roberts

Growing up in a small Victorian country town during the 1950's I saw many an Anzac Day march. They were really big parades, with brass and highland bands. As children we would follow the march along the main street to the Public Hall where they would hold a service.vietnam war, 1961-1975, personal narratives - australian, b coy, 8 rar, neil roberts