Page 167 - Thorn In The Heart

Chinh Nguyên

“Dear My-Trinh, my lovely wife.”

“The Winter was coming and brought the coldest onto the
earth. I sat on top of the blockhouse and face to Hanoi Capital to
think of you and our children. I saw the birds flying back their
nets in the air of the sunset while the gray cloud was rolling with
the wind on the sky like the smoke. The red and yellow clouds
were mixing up on the horizon, while the gray clouds were
strong and dull over as the flames and smokes of napalms that
dropped on the villages.

I took a look at the short distance around the firebase to see
the peaceful on the paddy. I watched the waves running on the
top of the young rice fields, and saw the villages folding slowly
in the light mist, while the weak rays were dying at the Western.
But I had ready set up the coordinates of canons on the suspect
points, and they will be ready to kill the people and the beauty of
the sunset. My hand holds a handgun and ready to fire at the
people, while I hated this dirty war with the sorrowful in my
heart. I feared the worst for me but I will kill my enemy to
survive, and I may leave all of you behind on this world.
Everything was growing up in my soul and fighting against on
each one of other...!

Sometimes the canon echoed in the air at nowhere. It made
me feel sad, and hope these sounds will never have in our
children's time. They will live in our land with the peaceful and
independence for the country and do not worry about the
bloodbath.

I always remembered the old date of you and me with the
memories that were green in my mind. The day of the youth,
love tender that had the warm sun and flowers. It had the light
wind to make the ripples on the surface of the water, and the
yellow leaves flew in the air. The days of the love song that we

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