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I took my father back to visit the old battlefield.

The place where my father went through a time of fire and smoke

Emotional, sad, father calls out his comrades' names

Next to the neatly arranged tombstones

Illustration photo.

Son took father back to visit the battlefield

Where the youth comrades father is there

Eighteen, twenty years old, still unfinished writing

And the first love has not yet been sent, given

Where are your father's comrades?

Under the gentle river bed, or in the heart of mother earth

Every inch of land, every branch, every blade of grass

The silhouette of the person who fell yesterday

After fifty years, father returned.

Faded uniform, tattered backpack

Dad looks like an old soldier going to war.

In the form of a soldier in his twenties

My son is an officer now.

Father puts his trust in you, in the youth

Like bamboo, bamboo shoots grow from the roots.

I will be the one to follow in my father's footsteps.

When visiting the old battlefield with my father

I understand the responsibility you have entrusted me with.

We, the young generation, promise

Will forever be worthy of the title "Uncle Ho's Soldier".

Diem Hong Linh

Source: https://baobacgiang.vn/khong-de-postid416269.bbg