Luckily, thanks to you, we comforted and shared, so the emptiness was less. Three months of military school were full of hardships but full of memories. The day came when you and I had to part ways. I went to an independent unit under the 5th Military Region Command. You went to K. At opposite ends of the longing, we still wrote to each other often. Then, the letter I sent you had been there for more than 3 months, but I still hadn't received a reply. One day, that letter came back. And I received the bad news: You had sacrificed yourself. I was stunned, lost, choked up and swallowed my tears so as not to affect the fighting spirit of my comrades.
After 6 years of service, I transferred to the civil service. Time passed by, but your image never faded, but became more and more imprinted in my heart. My greatest wish is to find your grave.
That year (2003), during a business trip to Gia Lai, I asked my brothers from the Central Highlands border provinces to help me find a grave. Fortunately, thanks to the enthusiastic help of my brothers from other provinces, I found my friend's grave at the Dac Doa Martyrs' Cemetery ( Gia Lai ) on the afternoon of May 22, 2003. After that, I created conditions for my family to bring my friend to rest at the provincial Martyrs' Cemetery.
Since then, every year, during the Lunar New Year, my whole family goes together to visit the martyrs and friends at the provincial Martyrs' Cemetery.
On the afternoon of the third day of the Giap Thin Lunar New Year, sitting by the grave with a friend, the two of us returned to the memories of the first day of Tet at the military school. Sad, miserable but full of love.
Oh, how sacred is comradeship!
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