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The buffalo returning to its shelter,
The sound of the flute which make one feel homesick.
A s I got over my feeling of estrangement,
I began to look around and wondered
What there was here to liberate?
The markets were crowded with people in gay mood,
The rice field was green with paddies.
From a curve-roofed pagoda came
The sounds of a worship bell.
The classrooms were full of
Cheerful children singing a song in chorus.
And in a plot of garden the
Small butterflies were busy on the
Yellow cabbage flowers.
Peace and happiness reigned
Throughout the country.
But why they ordered me to burn
The villages, destroy the bridges,
Explode the mines and sow death around?
Often my hand trembled
When I had to lay a mine
Only to later witness people blown up
And blood sprayed around.
Whose blood it was ?
It was the blood of people like you, mother, and myself.
That night, my eyes were filled with tears
And my sleep was interrupted by nightmares.
The above letter in poetry form was found on the body of a
dead soldier of the Hanoi Regime killed in the Due-Co battle.