I remember the short peaceful days in my mother, the night inhaling the smell of sorrowed sweat from the body was suffered too much mother's injuries; Remember the smell of betel nuts, she still chewed, and her eyes were sad in sick days, worrying about her misery ... 0: 00/2: 27 nam nam nam and two mothers and children taken in 1978, I don't understand Why did I remember the most in the war in that year. Then bomber made many houses in the village burned down
. So is my house. Fortunately, the cellar was not tight, she pushed us and grandparents deep inside and she stood at the door. The whole roof above caught fire, burning burning, nearly hitting the tunnel
She took a strong pole to push the ruins down the head, down to her ears, decided to protect the grandparents and the children in. That time, the two 500kg bombs fell to the lane to buried both the platoon Team and two neighbors are right under their tunnels. When the terrible moments passed, we gathered to 10 children to 3 fear of death, his face re-pale, and crawled from the corner, and she lies faint. Fortunately, when the fire, the bomb was roaring, she also woke up, only watching it, not burned. The first sentence I said: Is anyone why, where is the grandparents? Fortunately, my house was burned down, but she was okay. When I got a few years old, my mother was injured, the right leg bone was broken. Foreign, aunt and emaciated evacuation to town, only children stay taken care of their mother's wound. Everyone leaves the house of the re-wealth that goes, because he hears that the South Korean soldiers are very evil. The previous battle, they killed some hundreds of people in a commune below the road 1. It was very lucky
When the enemy comes, I know finding people, thanks to the carriage hidden in the tunnel and decisively not let me stay alone. Mother definitely refused, urging me to follow the rest of the village who was running. Mom said she was okay, when the set of retreats will ask them to carry their parents to follow ... a little bigger, he dropped out of her attention to the forest. Malaria, bombs and hunger ... don't make me afraid, but only remember about fear of losing moms. I remember the short peaceful days are with my mother, the night inhaling the smell of bad sweat from the body may have suffered too much mother's injuries; Remember the smell of betel nuts, she still chewed, and her mother's eyes were sad in sick days, worriedly miserable me ... Mother lost early, partly because of injury, part because of struggling to take care of grandparents instead of Auntie is living far away, and for worrying for us! Lifetime, I never lived in relaxed days. Mother's mother went away. Now remember me, I'm sad, I don't know if I have a compliment when I live more than my mother's age, Mom! Mai Nhung . Dịch vụ:
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