H50 shines forever

April is here, we go to Da Kai

Old friends come back here with the team house

So much love when looking at white hair

Hugging each other's shoulders, talking excitedly about the battlefield.

Still H50 spirit, not afraid of thorns

Looking into each other's eyes like looking back to youth

Stories without beginning or end but just bring tears.

I feel sorry for my comrades who did not return on the happy day of reunion.

Malaria, skin still pale.

Remembering a fierce time of war

Tons of rice, medicine, guns and ammunition

Carry on the back across the battlefield of Zone Six.

Remembering dinners, bowls of soup mixed with rainwater

The hammock is floating, lying and watching the moon, I miss my mother, father, and the elderly.

The letter to the lover was not finished yet, it was time to gather.

Another unfinished love letter... oh autumn wind....

My mother's shiny hair keeps thinning every spring.

The army is shorter but the comrades are loved

I told myself: War requires sacrifice...

The heroic battles watching the plane crash

More confident to the day of victory.

The roads passed, the new roads opened

The warehouses were carried on the shoulders

The mountains I climbed were familiar, the deep streams I crossed were familiar.

At the age of twenty, the H50 army has miraculous power.

Today we come here to celebrate the meeting day.

No one tells about the achievements of their life

Just tears and smiles are enough to give each other everything

And joy bursts, a great festival within us.

Da Kai, April 12, 2025

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