My ex The Evil One managed an apartment complex before we got together, right about the time the US brought in a lot of the Yards and Hmong that fought for us during Vietnam and she was telling me that within a week after they started moving in they had to replace every oven because they were building fires inside the ovens to cook their food.
My experiences with them were different. I worked with the homeless and poor people for a few years and was involved with a church that handed out holiday boxes (a turkey, ham, spuds, vegetables etc) at Christmas. I pulled into another church parking lot where Pastor Wayne worked with these folks. I was driving a pick-up and a 20 foot trailer loaded with the boxes. There was a platoon of these men standing in a military formation, their headman barked an order and that fucking truck and trailer was unloaded by the time I put out my cigar and climbed out.
Those guys rocked. It would’ve taken anybody else an hour to unload and half the shit would’ve been stolen. Not only that but from then on I couldn’t walk down any street in that neighborhood without being stopped and invited to one of their homes for a meal and some rice wine.
When they found out Pops was a Vietnam Vet three times over, they had to meet him too. By the time he got finished drinking rice wine with them I had to pour him into my truck to take him home, as if I was any shape to do that. I was just as fucked up as he was but at least I had more recent practice driving drunk.