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Thorn In The Heart

I loved you and our children much more than I love myself.
Be a soldier I was far away from my lovers, the war broke my
dream, and I did not have a chance to get it back that I never
wish to be.

My heart was renting when I saw the French militarist
soldiers beating our people, and forced the people working hard
at day and night as the slaves for their profits. Sometimes I
fought with a French militarist soldier to protect someone by my
emotion. Cause in the bottom of my soul I felt hurt as they were
and grew angry on my hands when I looked at them lying on the
ground with tearful eyes.

You already knew that they were the weaker at the front of
the rifle...! They did not have anything on their hand to defense
for survival. They only have backs to bending, cried with their
eyes, spoke out the conjuration words for their master and
working as slavers.

I also knew that sometimes I shared the painful with
someone by my mistake because they were Vietminh’s agents or
the hidden soldier. They will hold their guns to shoot at me
instead for thanks me.

Communist people were cold blood. They never have
emotion in their heart and any change their mind for the people
who had helped them, even their blood brother..! They
advantaged the people’s emotion to kill the people in the dark
more than they had said to be friend with the people. The more
Vietminh said they loved the people; the more Vietminh used
the secret agents to kill their same race. It could not affect my
soul, because I had learned from my father about love, At the
schools, I learned about sharing with the people. Also, they were
Vietnamese like me.

They wanted to kill me instead to befriend or thanks. It was
their problem, not me. I understood that I would kill them for

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