Ok, so my dad was a civil engineer. He designed road construction and stuff. And at that time he got a job in Cambodia. I don't know whether the government or some private company sent him to Cambodia, but basically he had to work there and he rarely came home.
At that time Vietnam's army had already taken over Cambodia, well for the most part I guess. But apparently Khmer Rouge forces were still there. So once my dad and his friend were doing their jobs and a suddenly a guy friend ran by and yelled out in broken breaths "The Khmer Rouge are coming!!!!!" Then everyone just ran. My dad ran, but his friend didn't. He stood there emotionless. And the Khmer Rouge were really close. My dad yelled out to him and told him to run, but he still stood there like a statue. Perhaps he was too shocked and scared that his body became nearly frozen. And sure he'd be dead if the Khmer Rouge caught him. So my father ran back to him and slapped his face hard. Then it was like he got his senses back and started running. They were nearly dead. After that incident, he thanked my dad for saving his life.
Yea that was it. Not really any exciting or bloody story.