by Thong Ba Le
The women and her five year-old daughter
were wearing the white head bands.
The girl held in her hands her late father's picture
and rushed to the helicopter when it landed.
The rain was falling down from a dark
They came to the funeral, the mother and child.
The never-ending war took away their beloved man
from the family and no one could know why?
The coffin that kept the unchained hero,
was covered with the nation's flag
and laid flatly in the military truck,
then carried to the grave by the uniformed soldiers.
The chaplain was praying in a low
among the gunshots that made a lot of noises,
The hero finally was set free,
his soul flew to the eternity.
They accepted the flag for his honor
The country, the freedom, the people
that what he once fought for.