On September 23 of 49 years ago (September 23, 1972) was my enlisted day and many of my classmates in Physics Department; Hanoi University of General University and many other faculties students and in Hanoi's Polytechnic School. We are the batch of SV soldiers at almost unique military troops together 6 months along Truong Son to enter B2 Fight ; sacrifices, loss have; hardship, struggling to taste so those who exist until now are all close and remember on September 23, 1972. Every year I often repeat this day; Post a photo of my teammate on FB; Share with friends is just to recall a turning point of youth, of life. The illustration of the author provided. Now I want to talk about my farewell to the classmate at night 22 / September 9, 1972 (Mid-Autumn Festival Night 1972)
. Simply talking evening between the two classmates before the day of his boyfriend; Yet the anniversary kept holding me all my life; Every time the full moon it seemed to be in me, especially the Mid-Autumn Night Night Moon. At the age of 18, the first year student seems to have no love concept. Both boys and girls only worry about learning and exams so good; students of Faculty of Mathematics; Ly of the General University, the will of study, the stronger the stronger
I have 6 girls, 4 girls are Hanoi in Hanoi; All 6 she was working hard. The girlfriend sat talking the right night Mid-Autumn Festival with me a girl in Hanoi; We love each other because of evacuation dates; Dyke labor in Que Vo (Hebei). I remember once when the land was going up to Duong River dike; She lines my collar to see the "Lady" shoulder with bruising, blood cells because the burden is too much; Just that, I saw my will of your will and seeing her closer to me. My portrait after talking to a girlfriend about 2 months (about allowed to go) is provided. The Mid-Autumn Festival was very bright; Dong Lu village has no electricity; The house has a variety of soils; Village Road is also a land sugar (winding, winding). The wall of the house is home (where my friend is in the motel when evacuating) with only 30-40cm village; Beside a bamboo dust where I and my girlfriend sat talking. I remember the moon that night was bright because I looked clearly the village road view; the bamboo; smile; The gaze of his girlfriend. I don't remember what we talked to that night but it was absolutely not love; No holding hands; No appointment vow - it's not like farewells are often described by novelists. However, it was true that the farewell of a girlfriend gave a boyfriend because he made the match tomorrow night; The girlfriend gave me a handkerchief with purple flowers; two photos of American film actors; Jane Fonda (was singing because he was visiting VN) and the most preciously a portrait of me at the age of 17; A Hanoi girl, Tet Hair Tailed Sam, Left Face Soan, Luminous glitter eyes. The handkerchief was private and three photos like a treasure according to me near the paint award
When coming to Lao Lao; Cambodian armor; I bought a pocket bum set. I let three photos into three compartments of An Bum; The remaining compartments I pressed the butterflies to catch along streams along the marching line. I always to practice AN Bum with the left breast pocket of Suzhou Khaki long sleeves; I always wear it when marching even if it's hot and inside and wearing a sleeveless shirt with a colored plane; And that is the cause of my most precious memorial loss. That time; At a street holiday; I and many other teammates leave the backpack down to the stream across the road to wash their face; Foot hand for cool. As fateful; I took off the outerwear to get on the rock along the stream; I went down to wash my limbs face; Then when I turned up, forgot the shirt (with an exercise inside the shirt pocket). When I reached the backpack, I realized I forgot my shirt in the stream. I immediately returned to the stream; However, the shirt is no longer on the stream. Both troops more than thousand people; Army on goods 1, so the group lasts nearly 2km. I ran to the army surrender and waited for each man to take over to ask if anyone picked up his shirt. So sad; The whole army passed, but I still didn't accept my memorabilias. Come now; After 48 years I still hope to have a certain miracle to the handkerchief with purple flowers and portraits have the Tet's haired girl back to me so I can post a picture on this page for readers I know I'm not streaming. According to the village story . Dịch vụ:
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