Standing before the graves of the martyrs of the H.50 unit.

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What should I write to you ladies and gentlemen?

When standing before the gravestones bearing names

Group H.50, instead of the address line.

Every word has become meaningless.

For beneath this grave lies a life of heroic deeds.

Like an unfinished poem etched into the mountains and rivers.

Burying legends in the heart of Mother Earth.

Some people in their twenties live shyly and quietly.

Like a flower bud with its petals still closed, just beginning to release its fragrance.

Some people become heroes with illustrious achievements.

The enemy troops were terrified just hearing the name.

The brothers and sisters are like troops gathering here.

Sharing joys and sorrows, the stories of the battlefield remain ever-relevant.

Ready to volunteer if the Motherland calls upon them once more.

I don't regret sacrificing my twenties for the country.

Looking forward to April and July.

Former comrades gathered around the incense burner, reminiscing about the H50 incident.

Everyday stories that seem like legends.

The history of our nation bears a crimson line.

Writing about H.50, a proud hero.

Duc Linh, April 2025

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