After a moment, he removed the string from his guitar to replace the broken string on my guitar. One month later, he had found a guitar string and told me to come get it. He wrote: “I bought a guitar string for you when we took over Saigon.” My eyes welled up with tears. The letters with the guitar string inside had yet to be sent home. Now the guitar string was mine.

Source: Viet Nam News September 18, 2016 01:52 UTC