Taking off the ground in rush
The army airplane brought soldiers to the grey sky
The young captain turned back to see that strange country for the last time
Only fire and sword
Remnant armament
Dead bodies
The flow of evacuee like a flood
In a strange country
He sat in mute
Some young soldiers lowered their heads
Some comrades were in silence
What I could see from their eyes
…
An empty world
….
Drag injurious leg
On the noisy street
Fall in Michigan
It is not as beautiful as autumn three years ago
When he left college
With an aspiration about bright future
Standing on the Love bridge on a falling leaves day
He kissed Anna passionately
Saying goodbye his lover
Waiting for me, my honey
…
That memory comes back likes a scar in his broken heart
Now…She has two children with his close friend
…
He smiles and prays for her
She can be an unlucky woman If she marries a victim of Agent Orange
…
Nightmare
Blood is dropping
“Help! Help! Please don’t kill me”
Silent dreadfuly !
He is shooting an innocent Vietnamese child
Screaming at night
He wakes up
Leaning against the wall
He holds “In another country” of Hemingway on both hands
Looking at the mirror
He sees another man
With blood seepage
In broken heart
Broken soul
Ambition! His youth dream slips out into a dark hollow hole
What he strived for in that strange country
A pus can’t be cured
…
No one open their eyes
To save a despairing soul
No one stretch their arms to hug an Agent Orange vet
The captain ‘s youth
Slowly floating in the hopeless ocean
Until he looks at a crooked face reflected under water
The Love bridge witnesses a middle-aged man
Weeping silently
But his teardrops
Never make that lake exhausted
….
A plane lands in Tan Son Nhat airport
Where he ran away forty years ago
This country has been changed miraculously
Making a journey to find his lost soul
He cries in front of Dang Thuy Tram’s grave
That little nurse with “Last night I dreamt about peace”
Who lost her youth under his comrade’s bullet
He sees a warm smile
A naive child touches his creasy hand
He sees a lotus lake on Viet Nam land
But! I can see….
The apple blossom in his heart
…..
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