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Thorn In The Heart

         destroyers and explorers flying in the  air, and they  knew they
         could not resist ...!

             After several villages such as Thanh Lap, Chu Mi, Tri, Bai
         Vang,  and  Bai  Do  were  overwhelmed  by  French  colonialists
         while the villages of Thanh Lap and Van were bombed down by
         fire.

             The people in the countryside included the youngest uncle
         who  believed  in  Hoang  Nguyen  and  me,  and  all  ran  into  the
         monastery with their belief that the French troop looked at the
         holy tree on the roof of the church, they will not fire cannons or
         dropping bombs on it.


             The Viet Cong knew this, so they plotted to dig day-to-day
         pilots for reconnaissance aircraft, and occasionally shot machine
         guns behind the aircraft.  Transferred a large  number of troops
         into  the  congregation  living  with  the  people,  and  deliberately
         exposed their weapons and armaments to the French colonists,
         and then they moved out again at midnight, As if, the Viet Cong
         moved in and out again, and again for a few weeks. Sometimes
         they brought the wounded soldiers into the monastery and left
         them under the perusal of guerrillas toward the people, while the
         French aircraft are always ringing in the air around the convent
         to observed the moving of Viet Cong, and that do not know it is
         the trap to let the French troop kill the people.  And then Viet
         Cong will take this situation to tell with the world because it was
         the        truth        that         has        the         images.
         Suddenly, French troop fall to the Viet Cong trap,  the French
         colonial  artillery  shelling  into  the  Huang  Nguyen’s  Monastery
         caused a terrible death disaster with my age that had never seen
         as night fireworks exploded on the Hoang Nguyen village sky.
            My  youngest  uncle  and  I  escaped  the  death  of  cannon  shell
         exploded in the congregation, while my feet dug into the pool of
         blood,  blood  splashed  on  the  face  and  clothes,  looking  up  the
         branches bamboo that hangs of the liver, the body of the people,
         but  I  do  not  see  any  Viet  Cong  soldier  die  or  just  crying.
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