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Thorn In The Heart

         Thanh-Lap Village. They left her dead victim body on the filed
         for  the  chilly  winds,  and  sad  voice of the  insect in  the   later
         evening,  while few early  stars were sparkling on  the gray sky
         like the tears and soul of the victim,  that she was painful and
         sobbing to look back at her body in sorry of the short life.


             Nguyen always remembered a French soldier’s face and his
         actions when Nguyen closed to the dead for the first time hiding
         in the brush. A Foreign Legion soldier shot at his hiding place in
         suddenly  after  he  saw  Nguyen  standing  up  and  called  the
         farmers  around  to  help  a  victim.  A  soldier  walks  toward  the
         brush with his body without clothes, and his handgun directed at
         Nguyen in angry. He grabbed Nguyen’s hairs, pull Nguyen out
         of  the  brush,  slapped  on  Nguyen’s  face  while  Nguyen  opened
         wide his eyes in afraid to look at a giant soldier with the hairs
         are  full  on  his  chest  and  dry  mud  on  his  body.  He  kicked  on
         Nguyen’s buttock after broken out a few dirty words, grabbed
         Nguyen’s belt and threw Nguyen on the muddy pond then he got
         away after he fired around Nguyen few shots.

             After the accident, Nguyen ran back to his grandfather home
         at full speed, told all story of the Foreign Legion soldiers on the
         field  to  his  grandfather,  kept  quiet  and  watch  the  white  patrol
         soldiers on the field to get away the problem.

             Sometime Nguyen weak up at midnight by the dog barking,
         found his grandfather slitting of the windows in the darkroom to
         look at the path closing his house. Nguyen always wondered to
         see few guerilla communists forced a man in the village by their
         guns  and  scimitars  to  move  out  of  the  village  under  the  dim
         moonlight in the shadow of the green fence.

             The  head’s  victim  covered  the  black  cloth  bag,  and  his
         hands tied on his back. He does not struggle against the black
         clothes guerilla communist group, but he was painful suffering
         inside  his  steps  to  limp  on  the  path.  The  sometime  victim
         stopped and turned his head in the black bag to look back on the
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