21:49 26/07/2012
For the past twenty years, every April, when the capital’s streets are red with Chinese flags, jubilantly celebrating the day the South was completely liberated, mixed with the general joy, I feel a deep sadness. That sadness is associated with the memory of a comrade who left Hanoi University to go to war. He entered the battlefield with the aspiration of becoming a poet, but his aspiration was not fulfilled, he sacrificed himself. Why? Because he was living and obeying the logic of reality: The Fatherland needs heroes, before it needs poets.