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Thorns in the Heart I

         Grandparents  had  united  and  continued  to  stand  up  against  the
         Chinese invader, 100 years they resisted French militarist, and at our
         time, our front was Viet-Cong...! They were Vietnamese too...! They
         talked, learned the same language and history we were. Why didn't
         they communicate or converse with us? Why did they want to make
         war to kill the people and destroy the country? It was their country
         too! Why didn't they reunite with us such as our Great Grandparent
         had done at a long time ago to construct our nation in the peaceful?
         Instead, they wanted to see their blood brother? I didn't understand
         them...! I hope someday... they will look back their roots and find out
         where they came from. I wish it is not too late for them...!

             The  difference  between  Viet-Cong  and  us  was:  we  learned  to
         defense, to  love  and  to  share,  to  wish  our  country  is  growing  and
         strong. They  learned  to  the  offense,  to  kill  and  bloody  brother,  to
         destroy, to put the yoke on the people's neck.

             I don't know when our battalion will jump into the dead zone
         land...! I only know that either maybe I will be back to see you with
         my body losing its part, if I  will press my luck  at the right time to
         survive ! or I will never be back to hole my lover tightly in my arms
         again !

             Life was too short...! I set my life in the fire and rolled it with the
         war since it was more short than I thought of it...! How we can live in
         the peace without pain and sorrow of our present conditions ! how
         we can laugh loudly in the happiness without sobbing and cry!

             Family...! My parent was very tired, and their hairs turned gray
         before their old ages because the war was so long in their lifetime...
         Now,  they  were  over  80  years  old.  They  still  sorrow  over  a
         misfortune  of  their  sons,  because  two  of  my  brother  died  at  the
         same time on a different battlefield. Therefore sometimes I took a
         vacation to go back home, they looked at me and held me in their
         emotion, their tears had dropped on my face. I looked at them and
         felt that their health was going down because their arms were not
         strong  like  before  when  they  were  holding  me.  Their  hairs  were

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