while riding a destroyer in the south china sea in the early '70s, twice we steamed up on vietnamese boat people.
the first boat we picked up and took to Guam.
the second time, we were told to leave them and continue whatever we were doing.
we lowered down food, water, and medical supplies.
the look on these peoples faces when they realized we were leaving will stick with all of us on that ship.
i often wonder how they made out.