tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759295018194844573.post4728114660928981590..comments2023-10-08T01:56:09.213-07:00Comments on VIET CHO NHAU: Hồi Ức.Tin Yeuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387142710942875848noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759295018194844573.post-83686410149791844662013-11-04T01:54:25.667-08:002013-11-04T01:54:25.667-08:00Chị Phượng Hoàng làm em nhớ lại thời sinh viên của...Chị Phượng Hoàng làm em nhớ lại thời sinh viên của mình quá! Lúc đó, em cũng có đi bắn súng AIK, và đạt được 10-10-8, tụi bạn cười bảo em là “chó ngáp phải ruồi”. Em được một cái bằng bắn súng giỏi to tổ bố... <br />Những mảng hồi ức của em về quãng đời gian khổ còn đậm nét. Một lần, em đã viết về một trong những mảng hồi ức của mình, một bài tập gởi cho Jerrie Lawhorn, cô giáo dạy Poetry của em. Bài thơ như dưới đây: <br />RED FOOTNOTE <br /><br />Calendar sheet of today is revealing, <br />The numbers that are black <br />30. 4. 2005. <br />Underneath, red footnote looks like the blood. <br />30. 4. 1975 <br /><br /> on that day, Vietnam, my country <br />it was released from civil war, <br />that war picked off too much <br />bloods and bones of Vietnamese people. <br />30 years flew so quickly. . . <br /><br />At 8:30, 30. 4. 1975 <br />A grenade has suddenly exploded <br />in front of the next room, a small boy—<br />who was playing football there—<br />was amputated left foot off. <br />His blood flew across my room. <br /><br />At 9:30, 30. 4. 1975. <br />A group of rangers were alarming <br />to run toward a small pond. But last soldier <br />couldn’t come there—he collapsed down the lane. <br />His same unit, after took their battledress off <br />and threw all of them down the pond, <br />they just remained their underwears. <br />Piteous soldiers returned on bare feet; and then, <br />saw him who was their luckless friend. <br />Hurrily they covered his body with <br />fatherland’s flag. Lastly, they bowwed their heads <br />and go off silently. . . <br /><br />At 10:30, 30. 4. 1975. <br />I was listening to the gunfires <br />This moment, they seemed to stop awefomely! <br />We, everybody in my family, <br />kneeled to Jesus and prayed: <br />“We wish we have the peace! Thank you!” <br /><br />At 11:30, 30. 4. 1975. <br />Mr. Duong Van Minh declared the surrender on the Radio. <br />Liberation troops’ tanks were marched across the streets <br />to congratulate the victory. <br />The barricades were still scattered in Saigon City.<br />And I, a ten-year-old girl, <br />nor cried nor laughed. <br />Then, I didn’t know how will tomorrow be? ? ? <br /><br />Now, calendar sheet of today is revealing, <br />The numbers that are black <br />30. 4. 2005. <br />Underneath, red footnote looks like the blood <br />30. 4. 1975 <br /><br />and I am watching out from the window of the room, <br />His blood seem to be still flowing across my room. . . <br /><br />Vũ Thủyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14200840590380810031noreply@blogger.com