Once leaving, I was sure
never returning.
I went to South Carolina
- a tropical region -
where was as low and damp
as of my hometown in Vietnam.
The only difference was
the roadside endless pine forests.
This place was next to the
east of Atlantic
where relics of Great Britain
colonial age were here and there.
King George fortress was
at the winding section of river.
Ancient bricks and rocks
were waiting for people coming and leaving.
For me, the low land and
the tide were the same,
the weather was similar
to the rainy season of Viet Nam.
It also was the training
ground of U.S. Marines
from where they departed
to go to the battle fields in the past.
They were, too, once leaving
and never returning.
They came to Dakto, and
fell down in Khe Sanh.
The old training ground
and the pine forests were
still evergreen.
They seemed only one but
actually, they were numerous.
Generation by generation,
lines of people were the same.
They seemed only one but
the ancients were gone!
I visited a few places,
listening to the history,
no matter how old or recent,
all of them became deceased. |