Page 13 - Thorn In The Heart
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Chinh Nguyên

                The sad song figured in Nguyen’s mind of the soldiers, who
            was  going  to  the  bloodbath  field  without  his  promise  for  the
            return date.


                Maybe, he will be back with the great victories to help him
            hold his lovers tighten and together they will cry for survival. Or
            he  will  be  back  with  his  badly  wound  or  lost  a  part  of  their
            bodies to make their families living in the hardship with helpless
            from  the  military’s  benefits.  Maybe,  he  will  be  back  with  the
            cold  blood  dead  bodies  to  make  his  wife  dropping  into  the
            bottom of the painful society hole and suffering whole her life.
            His children will become the fatherless with cold in the winter,
            shortage of food and will be the beggars on the cities streets, or
            on the rubbish-heaps for their living.

                One day, the young soldier will be back with the bullet that
            took out from his body and gives it to his lover as a gift!

                All the words of song and music show Nguyen the painful
            suffering  forms  of  the  young  soldier's  spouses.  These  young
            ladies  always  bowed  their  heads  on  the  front  of  Christ,  or
            Buddha  statue  in  prayers,  and  wish  their  lovers  might  have  a
            chance to alive and go back home in safe.

                They always felt so lonely, small in the sad evening to look
            at the sunsets with the red clouds as the flame of war, which is
            going down behind the mountains in the West. The dark clouds
            are covering the sky in the rapidity while the light dews fly in
            the air and few of them stopped on the shoulder lonely young
            ladies, who were standing in quiet to listen the bombs echo and
            waiting for spouses back home.


                Also,  they  were  afraid  for  the  exploded  thunders,  which
            break the quiet midnight sleeping city, tear down the buildings,
            and killing the people somewhere in the distance. Few minutes
            late, the sounds of the Cobra helicopters are strong cutting the
            air,  while  the  fire  shells  are  flying,  howling,  echoing  over  the

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