
My name is Va and I am Jay Xiong’s father. I came to this country in my twenties as a refugee fleeing war. During the Vietnam War, I and countless thousands of my ethnic Hmong people bravely fought alongside our American brothers in arms against communist forces across Southeast Asia. The fighting for the Hmong in Laos was particularly brutal, and many thousands died. Those of us who made it here are lucky. We served every role for American forces and allies, from intelligence gathering to search and rescue of downed pilots to being generals and pilots ourselves. That we survived all the way from the Mekong River to the Mississippi River is a miracle. I came to the Midwest in the 1970s, like many wide-eyed refugees and immigrants, with the dreams of endless possibilities for myself and my future family.