In history books and people's hearts, it is impossible not to mention the image of 10 young volunteer girls at Dong Loc Intersection, the flowers of the eighteenth and twenty years old who were lying in the rain of bombs to maintain their main road. They passed away at a very young age, not yet able to love, not yet able to live a peaceful day. But that sacrifice has become immortal, as the name Dong Loc itself calls it, the heart of the Central region, where every drop of blood is collected for the country to revive.
Or the image of martyr, doctor Dang Thuy Tram, a Hanoian girl with a burning heart and love to participate in the fierce battlefield of Quang Ngai. Her diaries, full of torment and grief, still sparkle confidence. Life must go through thunderstorms but do not bow your head to thunderstorms, she wrote as a message to the next generation about the dignity and ideal of life.
There was a female artillery squadron with the 8-3 formation on the Central Highlands battlefield against the US to save the country, with daughters putting their youth aside to wear military uniforms, now the surplus and the lost. But their teammates are still not extinguished.
Peace is restored, there are still veterans like female soldier Thai Thi Thanh, despite their old age, carrying war wounds, still making trips to find tombs of comrades, still going to war invalids' hospitals, meeting, visiting sick soldiers to encourage and motivate them to overcome and live. For her, it is a journey of gratitude...
As for Major General Nguyen Duc Huy, the old general has turned 94, the memory of the battlefield has never faints. Every year, he spends time returning to the old battlefield, visiting martyrs' cemeteries, burning incense, and bowing his head in silence. He was always determined because there were still many remains of his teammates that had not been gathered, they were still somewhere in the deep forest, mountain crevices...
July 27 is not only a day of gratitude in history, but also a constant reminder: For the country to be independent, peaceful and developed as it is today, many people have not returned. They may be names listed in textbooks, or they may be unknown people, leaving only a blurred line on the mausoleum. But in the hearts of compatriots and comrades, they are immortal.
