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Waves are youths in their twenties,

protecting the coast for eternity.

-Please take a full-body shot. -Okay.

One! Two!

May I join?

It's bad luck to take photos of three people.

Ask Long to make it four. My mouth hurts from all the smiling.

We have a girl for the photos.

-Free kiss, no slap. -Step aside.

Hey!

-This spot is mine. -Anywhere will do.

Now, say "cheese".

-It's mine. -No, it's mine. Take your hands off.

-Do we need to take another photo? -Nope.

Hey! Why don't you bring your girlfriend?

I'd like to, but… I'm still single.

You're still so young.

-When will you leave? -Tomorrow.

-You'll have the photos then. -Thanks.

Let me pay for it. In case…

There's no need. It's my gift for you.

Attention! Line up!

Salute! Thank you so much!

We'll be back for more photos upon winning the war.

You must pay for your photos on that day.

Turn right.

Quick, march!

Squad, halt!

Squad, halt!

Squad, halt!

Hurry up or we will be late.

Now, run!

-Where are they? Can't see any. -Joining the army?

Girls in the army? Come on.

-Girls might shoot better than us. -Better than you for sure.

Hey! If they wanna catch you, you won't be able to get away.

-They're all evacuated. -Where's Hoang?

He's in class.

Go see him.

I'm picturing myself having a lecture in this class back then.

Where did you get this note?

Some girl left it here. Very good handwriting.

It must be Phuong-Crooked-Tooth's.

Forget it. Only Nga's is this good.

Whose? You say?

Stop bragging like you're in love. Know her handwriting, huh?

I sent her your letters.

She took them, unimpressed.

Then she gave me this sandal-clip as a gift when we left there.

How can I forget her handwriting?

Right. How come there's no poem about her indifference?

You fools! Give an ear to my poem!

I'd like to say lots of things. I'd like to sing a song.

Let me give this first song to our old school.

Our beloved class with moss-covered walls.

And the almonds falling on the ground at night.

Such a great poem!

I volunteer to collect the almonds for you.

Barbarian you are!

It's just a poetic image. They're not real almonds in the schoolyard.

Right. How poetic you are!

GOODBYE, CLASS! SEPTEMBER 9, 1971

And the almonds Falling on the ground at night

GOODBYE, CLASS! SEPTEMBER 9, 1971 HOANG - THANH - THANG - LONG

We are leaving today. And we promise to come back to our school

and our beloved capital.

VIETNAM

Sit down, please.

You guys wait here.

The trial begins.

We are at war and you come here for a divorce.

I don't get it.

Today we will come to a conclusion.

As requested, your children should be here

so we can decide on your joint custody

and who they will live with after your divorce.

Four of our children have been evacuated.

Long, my eldest son, cannot be here for he has just joined the army.

Why don't you try to reconcile for the sake of your children?

Your tenaciousness will only hurt your children.

They would be separated from either mom or dad.

As for Long,

what would he think if he finds out about your divorce?

For that reason, we have waited until today

to come here.

It is not easy at all.

My husband is nowhere near a man. He never provides enough money.

I will take care of all four children.

I will take care of them

so she can be free.

Long will understand when he gets back.

Without your children's attendance, we cannot make a decision.

Long's attendance is a must.

We would like to consider his opinion.

He is fully entitled as a civilian.

We will close this case when he gets back.

How was it, Long?

Help me untie that knot.

Clean the table and put the stove back.

I TOOK THE CURTAIN. YOUR BELOVED SON. LONG.

Hurry up! Hurry up!

Hurry!

-Quickly! -Wait for me.

-Come on! -Up!

Come on!

-Get in! -Hurry up!

-Hurry up! -Hurry!

-Come on! -Keep this bag for me.

-Quickly! -Oops!

-Oh my! -Be careful.

-How careless! -The bag is heavy.

Hurry up!

It's time to go.

-Hurry up! -Come on!

Come on!

-Give me a hand. -Okay.

Hurry up!

-Let's go! -Go!

Go! Go!

Who are you looking for?

Come here!

-Thang! -We're here.

-We're here. -Here.

Here. Your photos.

-Thanks. -See you.

-Goodbye. -See you.

Hey! How rude you are!

No photographs. You are exposing military secrets.

Take him to our base.

I'm here to say goodbye, not to take photos.

Goodbye, everyone.

Goodbye.

We're sons of our father and mother

Feeling homesick and we get home Sneaking out or whatever

We don't need backpacks junk food, or cars

We're home for the holidays Then back in two days

What the heck are you doing?

Don't let him drive this anymore!

He will kill us all, slamming on the brake like that.

Take him to court right now!

Take him to court!

Take him to court!

Who are you taking to court?

What did you sing?

Planning to sneak out? Who wrote this song?

-Well, it's me. -Get off.

What's your name and major?

I'm Hoang. My major is Literature.

Literature?

How dare you write that load of nonsense? It breaks the spirit of soldiers.

Everyone, get off!

Attention!

Turn right!

I demand,

as a soldier,

you must stop being disorganized

and submit to the military discipline.

When you stand in line,

you are not even allowed to scratch ant bites and glance at girls.

-All clear? -Roger that!

Repeat!

Standing in line,

no scratching ant bites, no glancing at girls.

How can you stop itching without scratching, soldiers?

Just scratch as you want.

Goodbye, girls.

How disorganized!

Turn right!

Detention for everyone.

Quick, march!

Squad, halt!

Squad, halt!

Squad, halt!

Squad, halt!

-Why did you buy so many toads? -For food.

What?

It isn't easy to get them. Help me cut their thighs.

Me? What for?

I'm making Rousong for our son.

Toad meat is poisonous. It's lethal.

That's why I'm just taking the thighs.

With this, our son will have enough energy for practice.

Oh dear! I didn't think of it.

My husband made some for our Thanh when he was little. It's very good.

Did you catch them yourself?

No, I bought it. How could I catch them myself?

We don't know where they are. How can we send it to them?

Just help me make it. His military base isn't far from here.

They have just left, sis.

-What? -Oh, really?

When did they leave? Where?

See? That's how the military works.

Did they move to the south?

They were moved to the north. No real battle yet.

Healthy or not, how could you cut thighs off the uncle of the god?

They're in Nha Nam base now.

Don't spill the beans.

Near the train station?

-You have anything to eat? I'm starving. -Nope.

-Hey, bro. -What?

-Follow me. -Okay.

-Follow me. -Okay.

Take a seat.

THE PEOPLE

I have just met her.

I was lying on my bed, about to come up with a great poem,

when something moved.

Are you…?

-It was that girl. -Then she climbed into bed?

That's not true. As a soldier, I should follow the rules.

-Did she touch you? -No, she just talked about us.

-What did she say about me? -You're nuts.

You're always brushing our hair.

-No, I just touch your hair. -There's no difference.

-How about me? -She said you were a bookworm.

You'll come up with great ideas for novels.

She gave us compliments?

Only complaints.

You shouldn't have touched her chest in front of so many people.

She felt very embarrassed.

You have gone so far this time.

Did you explain? I didn't mean that.

She knew you weren't that innocent.

-But you kissed her hair. -She didn't blame me.

-She asked for a favor. -What's that?

Keep the photo secret

and take another picture when we get back there.

We can only stand next to her and read books with her.

Alarm!

-Stand up! -Oops!

Roll up!

Hurry up!

-Hurry! Hurry! -Wait.

Four new recruits deserted.

-Corporal! -Roger.

Take a squad to look for them at the station

and bring them back here.

-We have to get in. -Okay.

-We'll leave in ten minutes. -Roger that.

That hurts so bad, Captain.

Who did that?

-Who? -He's pretending. I just touched him.

-Carry him to the regiment's clinic. -Roger that.

It's five kilometers from here. You'll be dead piggybacking there.

-Ouch! -Just do it.

Sir, we're back from the restroom.

You went to the restroom

with this picture?

Your morality is in trouble.

-Mission aborted! -Roger.

You four, take hoes and shovels to dig the shelter right now.

-What? Go on piggybacking. -He is all good now.

You have to carry him

and run ten rounds.

He may lose his ability to have kids.

You moron!

Half a meter deeper.

My goodness!

Keep your butt down or you will get shot.

Close combat!

Left. Aim at his groin.

Is this your groin?

Look!

-Do it again. -Roger.

You've done it right.

Start!

Run to the highest spot!

Roger.

-Come on. -Hurry up.

I'm wounded, Captain.

Here's your water.

Thang! Long! Go help him.

-In battle, never leave your teammate. -Yes.

Only "roger", not "yes". Repeat.

Roger!

How did you get recruited?

Ten minutes break.

Oh dear.

I'm exhausted.

Look! I got a cicada.

Oh.

My legs are stiff.

It has such beautiful wings.

I can't even breathe. You have time to catch butterflies?

It's a cicada, not a butterfly.

They're both insects. No difference to me.

Dry this cicada and send it to Nga. She will be touched.

In battleground during cicada's mating season,

even when the marble had rolled over our youth,

inside those backpacks, who knows,

might come one, two, three cicada's sonatas.

-Good. -Awesome.

Inside those backpacks

Who knows

Might come one, two, three Cicada's sonatas

Watch your mouth!

Sounds good.

Let's continue, everyone.

Again?

Oh my!

Hand me a bucket.

It tickles.

Turn back.

Quickly, bro.

The war isn't over.

Why are you here?

You even bring chickens.

Mom asked me to bring them to you.

She said I can only go home when you have a son.

Any would do.

Our neighbors laugh at us because we don't have a son.

Are you injured?

I fell down during practice.

My back hurts.

You're not young anymore. Be more careful.

Go! Go!

Can't believe that I have a star on my hat

and red stripes on my collar.

My becoming a soldier is so essential, peaceful, yet so sudden.

What could I do

for the anti-American literature?

-Gosh! -Two pairs.

You're screwed.

Come on.

That's how we play cards.

You brat. Miss your mom that much?

-Let's get started, Thanh. -Give me a minute.

-Hey, everyone! -Yes.

I can sing forward smoothly and backward nicely.

Let me sing this verse for all of you.

Let's see.

Shame on you.

Those girls in the forest

Those girls in the forest

How beautiful they are

Working on the farm They make us fall in love

Working on the farm They make us fall in love

Their neighbors

Their neighbors are curious about that

We wanna have a date

We wanna have a date

Their neighbors are curious about that

What a romantic love story

Move!

Hurry up, bro.

Hand me a towel.

Give me that backpack, please.

This one?

Hurry up!

-It's either a green grave or a red heart. -Grass won't grow on your grave.

Attention!

Sir! We are all ready!

Everyone, listen.

Our mission is to practice moving ourselves to another place.

We sometimes need help from local people.

Remember, we soldiers are attached to people like fish to water.

Fish can't live without water.

-Water without fish is… -Tasteless.

Be serious. You must always

remember to display good manners

to win the hearts of the people. Understand?

Yes, we do. Display good manners to win hearts.

Some words are missing.

Let's go.

As if you've met your girl.

Plant a eucalyptus next to my grave if I die.

Are you nuts?

You're insane. Don't mention graves or eucalyptus.

I'm insane too, poetically.

I'm not pessimistic.

Our lives are easily taken away.

We could die from malaria or stray bullets.

No exception.

When I lay down my life

Please bury the guitar with me

What a waste!

Honestly, anyone who scares death will find a way to live,

to go home, drop his pants, and be whipped by his mom.

That's happiness.

Where are you, Thanh? Come back home now.

Hey!

-I heard my mom calling me. -Another moron.

-Read a poem, Hoang. -Read it.

Our footprints stay behind us.

The footprints left on our youth.

Our twenties are sharp as grass,

thick as grass,

gentle yet strong as grass.

We went with our lives in our hands.

But that cannot dim our regrets for the twenties lost.

Patriotism is not built on twenties' regrets.

The grass is sharp, yet so warm, isn't it?

-Where did you write it? -I collected it from the national radio.

Glue it.

This is my treat.

Just keep it for the kids.

I have a lot.

You are not leaving yet?

We don't know when. We are so edgy.

I wonder when my husband gets back. Still no news.

Which battle has he joined?

Battleground B.

I don't know if he's still alive.

Do you have any poems?

I have just one. I'm wondering whether I should…

DEAR MY BACKER GIRLFRIEND

I have collected these poems. Everyone is very competitive.

-Where's Long? -He's helping the local people.

I know where he is.

Show me, then. I'd like to give them a hand.

It's near here.

Oh gosh!

-Charge! -Charge!

-Charge! -Go ahead!

-Charge! -We win!

-We win! -Thanh is over there.

-How about Long? -He's near the well.

-Charge! -Pulling up a bucket of water

My beloved is reflected in the well

Granting you a wish

By digging up a well with such fresh water

For you to wash your dear hair

Slow down or the well will run out of water.

NOT ONE KILO LEFT, NOT ONE SOLDIER LEFT.

Let me help you.

The water is so fresh.

When the war is over, you can come here to get water from my village.

I'm just afraid no one will welcome me here.

I'm just afraid you'd think our water is no longer fresh then.

What if I won't?

How can I know what you think?

To liberate the South, one, two, three!

To liberate the South We decided to advance

To exterminate the invaders

And destroy the betrayals

Oh, bones have broken and blood Has fallen. The hatred is ever high

Our country has been separated for so long

Here, the sacred Cuu Long

And the glorious Truong Son

Are urging us to kill the enemy

Shoulder to shoulder, under one flag

Arise! Brave people of the south

Arise! Let us go through these storms

We will sacrifice for the homeland

Hold your swords and your guns Let us go forward

Our time is coming, the sun is rising

We'll build up our nation, forever shining

The south is calling for help! Are you ready?

Ready! Ready! Ready!

-Anyone regrets your student life? -No regret! No regret! No regret!

You, please.

-Well… -Ah, it's Hoang, majored in Literature.

Honestly, we regret it a little bit.

But it will be a much deeper regret if we don't join our brothers today. Over!

-Sounds good. -Good!

Good! Good!

Such excellent students!

All the poems on the posters are excellent.

But I'm so impressed with one of them.

I'd like to read it out loud here.

"Dear girlfriend.

"Vietnam War is the glorious era of our nation.

"In the dawn of the revolution, who will sacrifice for the country?

"I and thousands of students are willing to join the army.

"Don't just look for profound truths in poetry.

"In April 1975, we'll know what true happiness is."

1975.

It's almost four more years.

But I have a gut feeling it'll be

the golden year of our country.

Who's the soldier?

I didn't mean that. I wanna know who signed as "the Soldier".

Emergency!

Troop movement!

-Can I go with you? -Take me along.

We can go now!

-Where's Long? -He's near the well.

Pack his stuff.

I'll call him when we're done.

-Is Long back yet? -No.

If I have to leave this village

I'll say goodbye to my girlfriend only

As leaving the girl I fall in love with

Hope that I have a chance to come back

Please wait for me, my girl

You're always in my heart

Long! We've gotta go.

Leave here?

You have to leave now?

-Where do you live? -In Block two.

Keep in touch.

Hurry up!

Hi, sis. We've gotta go now.

We don't know when we'll be able to visit.

My husband is Suu. Here's his address.

Tell him to come home when you get there.

My youngest son hasn't met him.

Be nice and help Mom do her chores.

-I got it. -Yes.

This is for all of you.

Thanks.

-We'll play together, then. -OK.

-Don't forget to tell him to write to me. -I'll look for him.

We have to leave.

Why…

Why so suddenly?

Don't forget to come back here.

-Goodbye, everyone. -Bye.

-Goodbye. -We will be back.

Goodbye.

-See you. -Goodbye.

-Bye-bye. -I'll be back.

I'll be back. Wait for me!

MEMORY IN 1971

You have to be my groomsmen when the war ends.

Did you give her anything as a keepsake?

-I didn't have anything to give her. -Oh no!

Find something on the battlefield.

Make a comb from the plane debris and send it to her.

She will miss you forever.

What a romantic wartime love story!

Anyone has a stamp? I haven't written to my parents yet.

We don't need it. Just write, "From a soldier."

We'd like to send letters.

Come on.

Drop by at the post office for them to send letters.

They left.

Where did they go?

-To the south. -Really? Why so suddenly?

Find hiding spots! Quickly!

Drive away to distract the opponents.

-Hurry up, Hoang! That's so close. -My guitar!

-Where's Hoang? -He's still in the truck.

Go!

-Hoang! -Hoang!

-Hoang! -Hoang!

-Hoang! -Ouch!

QUANG TRI CITADEL IN 1972.

You all start to swim when I give the sign.

-Which river is it? -Thanh Han.

-Over there is the citadel? -That's it.

-Does anyone live there? -Just soldiers.

It's still fine if you're naked for months.

-How can we fight without clothes? -We can, of course.

-Sounds good. No need to wash clothes. -You're right.

Your name? Where are you from?

I'm Suu, from Bac Giang.

I'm from Bac Giang, too. My parents are so worried about me.

You just can't run away from your fate.

Just follow me. Don't worry.

I'll write to my family when we get there.

I haven't been home for long.

I feel sorry for my wife.

-Luckily, he's our countryman. -I'm not good at swimming.

Did you ask to stay?

I didn't know we must swim across the river. Please go with me.

-What if…? -You have to give me this cricket.

Don't know whether it'll be alive when we get there.

We'd better leave it here.

-Let's go. -OK.

It's so cold.

Hurry up.

Help! Help!

-Help me! -Help.

-Help! Help! -Help!

-Help! -Help! Help!

Help!

We're sons of Truong Son

Which connects two regions of our country

Oh, the forests help to protect us From the enemies

The road is a symbol of the national pride

In the dawn of the revolution

We'll follow our heart To sacrifice for the country

The more dangers we have to face

The more we love the south

-Goodbye, everyone. -Bye.

We're in group one.

Me too.

Take care!

Take care! See you later!

Bye-bye!

To build up the happiness

Our family always love each other

Our family is always happy

Stop singing, please.

My parents won't get on with each other.

Why so pessimistic? Know that we're heading for battle?

I've been transferred to the information team.

At least we still can go together, except for Hoang.

Remember to come up with a poem about us.

Only if you don't hurt me that much.

Hi.

You have to stay here.

-Hoang. -Hoang.

We've gotta go.

Go hide in the basement when you hear the sound of planes.

Whatever it takes, I'll find you three.

It's a gift for you. Try to write many poems.

Listen to its sound.

Gather around!

If only I could stay with you.

-What are you waiting for, Captain? -Wait for the guide.

Keep a distance of 50 meters to reduce the loss of soldiers.

-Our group will go first. -Got it.

One, two, three.

One, two, three. You're done.

I heard that it wasn't easy to swim across this river. Do your best.

If only we had a banana tree here.

I've never swum before.

-Are you serious? -Yes.

-I thought you could sing and swim. -Stop kidding.

Crossing the river, you hold the lifebuoy and swim.

Long and I will swim next to you. We must swim together.

Yes, sir.

You may catch a fish when swimming.

What if it bites me?

Just ask the god of fish to bite him.

Stop joking.

-Are you the guide? -Yes.

-How many people do you have? -Hundred and seven.

Divide them into groups of 20 soldiers.

-We got it. -Go right now.

Ouch!

-Kick your legs harder. -I am.

But I've kicked someone's head.

I've touched a leg.

-Are you deserting, Long? -I'm not.

-I'm scared. -Such a coward! Go back!

-I won't. -Don't be a coward.

Go with me! Go!

Go!

-Many got injured. -I saw.

-Be more careful. -OK.

I saw their bodies covered with blood.

-An arm was nearly ripped apart. -I saw that, too.

Are we moving our canons?

They're the bodies of soldiers who died this afternoon.

Run! Don't cross the river!

Run!

Don't cross the river!

Lie down, Long.

Long! Long!

Long! Long!

Long!

The last group has arrived.

-How many people left? -Just 49.

Fifty-eight soldiers died in the river.

There are 48 soldiers left.

Long got hit by a canon. He's lying there.

What a pity he lost his life here.

I didn't think so many soldiers laid down their lives in the Thach Han river.

Until tonight,

we've been protecting this citadel for two months.

Shelling of Fleet Seven took so many soldiers' lives.

If only we had close combat.

Take some soldiers with you to bury Long.

-I'll take the rest to our base. -Yes.

-Lieu and Hung! Come with me. -Yes.

Go help them.

Yes.

Why so suddenly?

Your girl in the village will be heartbroken.

Go find stuff in his clothes, Thanh.

-Make it quick, then we will leave. -Yes.

There are a handkerchief and a hairpin.

Keep it and send it back to her.

Please don't. Just leave it with him.

Put it back.

What should we tell her?

Wait!

With this, you will rest in peace.

Remember that we put a stone on his grave.

When the war ends,

guide his parents here to take him back.

Lucky that you could lie underground.

You know, thousands of soldiers died in the cold river.

Rest in peace.

Bless us.

Attention!

One minute of silence!

What made you scream like that, Hoang?

-What did you dream about? -My friend.

He's dead.

Keep digging to find the tunnel. Four soldiers are inside.

Come here!

Here it is!

Amitabha.

Please protect our sons

from all the dangers in the war.

Please be gracious to us.

Amitabha.

Amitabha.

Mom!

-I can't see anything. -Guard.

Yes.

-This man tried to kill me. -Stop, Lieu.

There's no point.

He's dead.

Should we leave him here? His body must smell bad.

Just throw his body into a bomb hole.

We're all human. We should bury him.

Hi, there.

We were attacked by a group of paratroopers.

We need help! Please! Just a few soldiers are still alive.

We're almost out of B40.

His mom looks like a nice woman.

I'm afraid… we won't have a chance to get home.

MOM! MOM! I HOPE THAT…

Okay, I'll tell them.

I'll go get some vegetables for you this afternoon.

Can we save my eyes?

When we get back to the north.

For the next few days,

the enemy will attack us with their best troops

to put pressure on us at the Paris Conference.

Our leader required us to stay strong on this battlefield,

to prevent them from putting flags on the citadel.

Please inform our soldiers at the stations in the south about this.

-I'll do the rest. -Okay.

You can get back to the north when the boat arrives here.

How can I?

Lots of soldiers are waiting for it. But there are no boats coming here.

Eat some, bro.

I've gotta go.

Dear beloved Mom.

This is probably the last letter I send you.

When you receive this letter, I could be dead in the citadel.

I wish I could have the chance to be your naughty kid.

I wish you could hit my butt

one more time.

Mom.

When our country becomes united, please come here to take me home.

My grave is about ten meters to the southeast of the citadel.

I've gotta go now. Wish you good health.

-Is there any quinine left? -No.

Our leaders asked us to protect the citadel.

So we can get advances at the Paris Conference.

Military and diplomatic affairs have never been connected like this.

The country's waiting for us.

Whose hand?

Thinking about that region on a peaceful night,

I could smell the scent of burning grass.

How could you smell the scent of burning grass on that night?

You will know that one day.

-You received an order to join the battle. -Really?

So we can't be together anymore.

Keep it for me, please.

Send it to my family.

Hey, the enemies finally have a lunch break.

Let's have lunch together.

Finally, we can rest.

They must be out of ammunition.

They may get bored of shooting all the time.

I feel like we're so manly when peeing like this.

Hey, come here to cut my hair. It's so itchy now.

Don't cut your hair. Otherwise, the lice will be homeless.

Hurry up, Thanh.

-I'm here. -Oh!

Oh! You're so handsome.

Hey, girls

Tomorrow is the 15th of this month

Who wants to go with me

Go with me to the pagoda Under the sunshine

When did you go to the pagoda?

For a long time.

Yet, look at me, Mau

They called me a slut

No one sympathizes with me

I've been in the pagoda since I was 13

My father

I've been in the pagoda

Since I was a little girl

Since I was 13 years old

Wait.

There's a girl.

Let go of me, please.

Oops!

She smells so bad.

Hoang!

Hoang!

-Thang! -Hoang!

-Thanh! -Hoang!

I'm here to take revenge.

The battle is fierce.

We're close to death.

Try to save yourself.

Why so pessimistic?

He's right. Remember to plant a gum tree next to my grave.

They're gifts from my mom. These are for you two.

Put a bag on Long's grave.

It's for him.

-Read a poem, Hoang. -It's been a long time.

The almonds falling on the ground at night.

Any new poems?

Thinking about that region on a peaceful night,

I could smell the scent of burning grass,

see the stars falling down on the barbed wire,

and the land without the sound of chickens.

There was only burning grass on that battlefield.

In the fierce battle,

we had to wait for the letters from our family.

Injuries, bombs, and bullets,

and green leaves are in our memory.

Let's go, Hoang.

I'll read the rest later.

The enemy is heading to our citadel.

To the southeast, 35°.

Change the O.P.

-Intercept the spots on the right. -Yes.

-Be focused. -Yes.

Hello.

Hello!

We need help. We're under attack.

DIARY

Hung!

Hung!

Withdraw!

Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

Goodbye, Mom.

BASE

The fierce battle in summer 1972 becomes part of our memories.

Quang Tri Citadel was the Hamburger City.

There were few intact bodies.

Just a few bodies were moved across the river.

Of the four of us, three were dead in the citadel.

I'm the only one who could try to fulfill our dreams

and wait for the victory day.

Independence!

Independence!

Vietnam! Vietnam!

Bravo! Bravo!

Captain Phong.

Hi, Captain. I'm Hoang.

Ah, Hoang.

From Literature faculty.

Did you write that poem?

"We will know what happiness really is in April 1975."

No.

It was Thang.

Is that so?

So many soldiers died that summer.

They were all so young.

Keep it safe.

Tell your children

how we got through the war.

Don't blame me.

Excuse me. Why are there so many cicadas here?

There are no cicadas in this season.

That's weird.

Thousands of cicadas came here

and are flying to the Thach Han river.

Many boats are crossing the Thach Han river.

Many soldiers lost their lives on this river.

The strength of the youth

can bring peace to the country.

Subtitle translation by: Nguyễn Ngọc