Dear Risty,
You are a smart kid even though heaven wouldn't allow me to see you in flesh, but I know by heart you are. Just recently, the war began and by the time you'll see the world only words written in your books are our proof of existence. I'm so glad you will be born in the future so you'll not see how painful your people gone slaughtered. The so-called fellow men turned back from good deeds and shared the pleasure evildoers love to do, seeing them raping our own women, ripping our children, putting elders astray... thank God you are not here now. You could be one, I can't imagine how to bear that.
The blood of a fighter is in your veins continuously flowing, a legendary inheritance from your soldier ancestors. Feel victorious and proud, elders did well to stand for what was right and we are expecting you to do the same in your time.
Though I know you can survive whatever the hindrance you face I still wish you will not choose the same fate as we did. It is so gallant to read from books how heroes rose to power to defend the poor and the weak, but that won't change a thing in your time, aside from inspiration and sorrow. Believe me, my future child it is better to keep your mouth shut as long as you can to avoid violence. It is an art of war. If you know you can't win the fight, if you are of lesser power, always go for reconciliation and avoid atrocity. It will help you go far.
In your age, women could have been recognized by this world as a vital creature powered to control and manipulate. Remember, there are two things to alleviate man's foolishness; hard liquor and a woman. Both poisonous and influential. There's no argument about this premise. Now, child, you've got one to use in controlling and manipulation, as you are a woman. On the contrary, in my conscience, I'm hoping you will be a virtuous one and shall show influence for the betterment of other people.
Not a single person in our clan lowered themselves to ruined someone's life, that's not our destiny. Don't you dare forget it?
Respect elderly, be compassionate to children, obey your parents as long as they are righteous because obeying is always conditional.
Things will be different from now to yours, I'm confident everything is fine there at your time, you are happy, you are an honest person, and you are an upright one.
We don't own a palace though we serve some highness, we don't possess pleasant silk to wear though we needed a hard shield to bear the sword, we don't have that political power but we know what is exactly happening to our land. When you read this, you are in another land, having another nationality, speaking another language and thought you are deeply rooted there, but you are not. At least, serve us some remembrance.
Fighting until the last drop of my blood,
your ancestor,
Vietnam Military personnel you wouldn't care to know the name
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Comments
Dear Elf-Noor (light), thanks for dropping by and reading this. :)
Keep smile Dear.
Dear Mr. Bill, thanks for leaving your nice comments here. :)
Dear Strong, yeah! Let's strike for that! :)
Dear Ms. Paula, thanks! Where's my correction now? I'm anticipating that since the day I've posted this. :)
Well put, Risty ! You did a fantastic job telling this affectionate story of the horrors and the insanity of the Vietnam war. The testament of your ancestors and the bravery they had is what inked the letter in strong and faithful words directed to the next generation and how they dedicated their lives fighting for their country.
Cherish peace and no war again.
Powerful story Risty!!!
Dear Teacher, I was told that we came from another land as a refugee and some left to stay as a soldier. I think that's where I've got my temper. Funny, I really love the Philippines, I'm so glad I was born there. Thanks for dropping by, dear Teacher.
Vietnam War! I haven't known you have Vietnamese relatives. I am so sorry! THat war is such bitter shame!