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Thorns in the Heart I

Breasts and plunged a dagger into his heart five times. I cover
them

by a blanket and sit on the floor looking at them and crying until
early

morning, I opened the door and saw the refugees who were in
terror and

extremely afraid, they were carrying cloth bags on their back or

Shoulder, some women pull their children along. They were
running or

Hurry walking back and forth to find the safety area. The sound
of

any guns fire was echoing from the Ordnance and Military

Supplies Headquarters. I knocked off few neighbor's doors to get
help

but I only met an old man, he was 70 years old and did not want
to leave

his house. He had sign cross on his face and said: My god ....
after

I told him about my situation. We rolled separated my parent to
each

blanket and make a hole on the alley-side at the back of our
house to

bury them temporary because Viet-Cong was staying on the
cemetery

and fighting over there. It was the image which I never forget in
my

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