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Thorns in the Heart I

her husband's corpse, who packed in his poncho with try blood on
the ground. She could not cry, because her tears had tried after the
days she had to get bad news of him. She also did not pay attention
to the helicopters, which flew back and forth from the deadline
zones of the war, and the dust was raised in the air by their rotaries
on the helicopter parking field. Each time it carried full of the soldiers
into the battlefields and carried back with some of the wounded,
who cried of pains and blood covered their bodies. Another carried
back some dead bodies, which rolled in their ponchos, their blood
leaked out and dropped on the

ground.

The pains and the sorrows of her soul and body were the pains
of the whole people in our country. Every family had relatives, who
died in the dirty war and by the dishonest politicians.

It was the soldier's courage, who saw their friend's corpses.
Looked at the real images of pains, sorrows of the young widow and
her children. They may know what will happen to their families in the
next future if they die in the war zone tomorrow. From their
responsibility for our country and seemed they thought of the death
that was as light as a feather, they were indifferent and quiet to keep
a line, one by one stepped up into the helicopters, took a seat and
already going to the battlefields...! I didn't know They had sorry or
not, but I do know they don't change their ideal and never stepped
back such as some of the dishonest politician, who ran away from
their responsibility for the people to keep their life when they met
the hard course. It was the pain of our self...!

We have been looking for the death of ourself by our own...!
Maybe our death places are on the rice fields, the river banks, beside
of the forests, the corner of the mountains, or the cross of the
streets.

Maybe our bodies broken to the pieces like the residue of the
firecrackers, or as a pilot fighter who was exploded in the same time
with his plane in the air by Viet-Cong's SAM, or 37mm artillery, which
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