I took my father back to visit the old battlefield.
The place where my father went through a time of fire and smoke
Emotional, sad, father calls out his comrades' names
Next to the neatly arranged tombstones
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Son took father back to visit the battlefield
Where the youth comrades father is there
Eighteen, twenty years old, still unfinished writing
And the first love has not yet been sent, given
Where are your father's comrades?
Under the gentle river bed, or in the heart of mother earth
Every inch of land, every branch, every blade of grass
The silhouette of the person who fell yesterday
After fifty years, father returned.
Faded uniform, tattered backpack
Dad looks like an old soldier going to war.
In the form of a soldier in his twenties
My son is an officer now.
Father puts his trust in you, in the youth
Like bamboo, bamboo shoots grow from the roots.
I will be the one to follow in my father's footsteps.
When visiting the old battlefield with my father
I understand the responsibility you have entrusted me with.
We, the young generation, promise
Will forever be worthy of the title "Uncle Ho's Soldier".
Source: https://baobacgiang.vn/khong-de-postid416269.bbg
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