When Fatherland called
He volunteered to front line
That young student from North
Said good bye university and family
He left his artistic dream in a secret box
Gone with the call of peace
What he brought in his backpack
A notebook was given by his close friend
And collection of poems of Puskin
Under night stars
On harsh path of Truong Son jungle
His squad operated silently
Only wind was blowing
The rumble of chopper above sky
That monster was searching for its prey
But that soldier just smiled
Nothing could stop his feet
Enemy was dispersing Agent Orange
Burning grasses and trees
Killing innocent people
But they couldn’t kill his smile
And a flower garden in his heart
These verses of that SOVIET poet
Giving hope and belief for him
Nothing was impossible
Peace was just a matter of time
In precious relax time
He draw his comrades
Who were injured by enemy’s army
Who were singing those love songs
Dreaming about happy family
With their lover in the rear
These song were dancing in the air
Dispelling severe attack of war
Those innocent Vietnamese
With their warmly smile
War was destroying this country
But he still saw…
Smile in patriotic people’s eyes
Peaceful villages with cocks were crowning
Those fresh streams with perfume of wild flowers
“Oh Viet Nam! How beautiful you are!”
He called his fatherland everyday
While fighting with enemy
And in his dream…
Nine hundred nine pictures in diary of a Vietnamese soldier
Were more beautiful than any poems
But one day
No more drawing on the white paper
In a fierce battle
An American soldier got it
He kept that diary in picture
An unforgotten memory of his war in Viet Nam
Then one day
That souvenir came back Viet Nam
They cried …
Vietnamese soldier found his diary
American soldier found his soul
They hugged each others
From another world
There were still people who created touching story
His comrades gathered in a small wooden house
They cried while looking his pictures
War were coming back at that moment
Who lost their youth in jungle
Who lost a part of their body
In a nonsensical war….
Birds were singing peace songs
Flowers were blossoming
Will!
Hope!
Belief!
They were lighted in the harshest moment…
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