Page 211 - Thorn In The Heart

Chinh Nguyên

“I do not want to die for their ambitions. Believe me... I will
never let polices do it again.”

“Okay. Good luck for you, but do not listen to communist
agents to follow them into the jungle.”

Luat had a little smile that twists on his lips.

“I do not dump...! The only mistake I had on my mind that I
was caring hot blood in my body. Hope you have the best of
luck in the future.”

“Any Vietnamese people were caring the love blood that
they wanted to satisfy for the country; you were one of them...!
Hope you do not bend your mind and good luck.” “You too.”

Luat waved his hand at a short distance after he had walked
out the door, and Nguyen knew that Luat was confusing between
love, country, war, and death, which became a deep sorry in his
soul. Luat bends his head and steps up his feet as he was running
away from the memory and painful suffering. Nguyen had a sigh
of emotion and looked at his friend slowly away from him, then
lost at the cross-path of the alley Bui-Phat.

Nguyen shook his head in the sorrow of his thinking:

“Luat, you were a man, who was ready in the
thunderstorm..! Hope you will find the peace in your soul.
Within prayer, I could not do anything more to help you.”

Life is the great battle for anybody to survive even they
fought with their self. Most the time they fell into the ambition
and get lost in confusion. How I can shut my eyes that I need to
win my own...? How I can set my mind blind to lock my body’s
action for the ambition...?”

Vietnamese lived without future under the cruel foreign rule
of French
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