My house is not far from the market, is the national day, the Vietnamese community in the night. They walked around the village activities. Morning wake up is seen to be draped tissue lines, plant mines, night flying helicopters thundered across the roof, dropping flares and firing "rockets to" sun shining bullets fly. . Such moments bring us into a pit three "groundwork move" shelter. Wait im im, runs contrary to the street gathering of bright fall .Also though very funny! In the morning, the peaceful life away ... as usual. The evening, I often looked up at the sky looked like crows, storks, cauldron, to fly home after a day of swimming in foraging.
In 1968, my father in one go drink coffee from the cafe near the soldiers fighting .Bon. A guy throwing grenades ran grab. Three feared dead so many people jumping on the grenade shock. But, it showed latch! Explosive grenades, three small patches immediately hit my heart. Blood does not flow out. Three staggered ran clutching his chest, while about 30m from the house my father collapsed. I've seen pictures of my father wearing blue shirt when I hugged chest down xuong.Vu three explosions which two people died, (my father and brother of guy throwing grenades} 17 wounded.
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