Page 507 - Thorn In The Heart

Chinh Nguyên

by their corruption. They loved the power and clung to their lives and
fear of their death...!

The young man was fading from generation to another...! From
day to day! What do we have now...? - Nothing...! Except the corpses
were already stiff and swelling with nasty smell and flies in the war
zone on the hills, advanced posts, corner of the streets. Anywhere
people were butchered by the people's cruelty and bloodthirsty...!

There are so many old mother and father cried for their sons.
Many white turbans were on the young widow, and on the children's
heads to mourn for their husbands and their father, who die in the
war. You knew that every family in our country had the same of this
situation, since the white turbans of mourn on the people heads
were like the flags on the memory day...!

I am looking at the children's eyes, which had daze and afraid on
their faces. They will be hungry the father's love, and their mother's
love will be not enough to warm their hearts. They will be hungry for
food. Depending to their mother weakness hands they either have
full of cold, or warm in their life, and their future looks like the
darkness of night.

I was mourning for their youth, because they lost everything
during their childhoods, alone growing up with so much afraid in the
war. When they were 20 years old, they also had nothing more to
choose to

be a soldier. The cycle started on their life; they will learn how to
kill to survive or to be killed to let another alive such as their father
without the choice for them...!

The only way to grow, to survive after to be the soldiers was to
learn how to kill the people within protected by laws, and the
politicians called them to be enemy. It was our painful...!

Looking at the young widow with her rough hair, the white
turban of mourning was on her head. She and her children sat beside

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