To: Don Poss
Subject: Re: Propaganda Leaflets translation

Dear Don Poss,

The leaflet in your Email came from the same source [see: Friendly Flier]. But it is a propaganda one as you identify it. There is an inconsistency in the leaflet though. The first part is poem which I translate and explain (in parentheses). This is the story of a North Vietnam soldier who went to the South to "liberate" but found out that the South WAS beautiful and prosperous and no one NEEDED to be "liberated." The second part is a recruiting statement which begins with "THE ABOVE LETTER" instead of "THE ABOVE POEM." (IN VIETNAMESE, THO = POEM, THU = LETTER).

1) From the time I joined the (North Vietnam) army, separating from you, Mother,
2) With other soldiers, I went to Laos, then to the Central Part of Vietnam.
3) (I passed through) Green mountains, dark green mountains rolling unendingly,
4) I suffered from the heat of the ocean in the morning and forest rains in the evening
5) I was of young age (age of Spring), my life was like a flower abloom
6) From HOA BINH (name of a province), I went, unafraid of hardship and danger
7) Month after month, I slept at night and walked during daytime
8) My shoes were worn out and my shirt torn, no longer protecting me from the penetrating cold
9) There were many evenings, in TRUONG SON (name of the mountain range), amid mountains and jungles, I felt so lonely
10) Oh (gentle) Mother! I suddenly missed our land (the village where I was born and raised)
11) (I missed) the grayish smoke in the evening( in the village) and vines of long squash, green with their leaves, covering a wooden scaffold
12) I missed so much the little butterflies and the pagoda
13) (However) After arriving here, although I was in a strange land and with strange people
14) South Vietnam was of the same country
15) With its palm trees and its roads
16a) Imbued with the aroma of rice ripening sweetly ...
16b) And the grayish smoke in the evening ...
17) The buffaloes returned to their barns
18) The sound of the (bamboo) flute made me remember
19) After the first moments of uncertainty
20) I came to realize that no one wanted to be liberated here
21) Here markets are replete with people, happy; paddies green with rice plants
22) (From) the vaulted roof the (Buddhist) pagoda, the bell sounded religiously
23) In the school classes, children were, joyfully,
24) Singing rhythmically kid’s songs
25) And in the garden, grew pak-choy and yellow blooming flowers
26) A school of little butterflies called one another, sucking honey from flowers

27) Everywhere, joy reigned overwhelmingly (dizzyingly)
28) Why they (his commanders) made me burn the village, destroy bridges
29) lay mines, causing death and sufferings
30) Many a time, my hands shook
31) when I laid mines then witnessing
32) Body parts blew up, blood shedding everywhere
33) Whose blood was that? It was of our compatriots
34) Of people who were just like me and you
35) That night, my eyes were full with tears
36) I was sleepless and had nightmares all night.

The above letter (yes letter) was taken from the backpack a VC's body from the recent battlefield of DUC CO. Through the poem, we feel sorry for a person who had recognized his fault (we were enlightened), regrettably, it was too late and he had to die painfully. All those who are still with VC’s army, take this as an example, hurry to return to the right cause (to the Republic of Vietnam). Don’t wait until too late (until you regret that it was too late).

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Hope this help you understand the leaflet.

V/R
Ba

Post Script:

Dear Don Poss,

It was my pleasure to translate the leaflets for you. I can't remember the last time I translated a poem or anything else. It brings back memories of the time when I began to learn English from the Vietnamese books almost thirty years ago. If you have something else that you want to translate, don't hesitate to send it to me. Thanks for posting my translation on your homepage. Your opening paragraph is just beautiful. It is like picture in the poem or poem in the picture. I will search your writings and read them. Thanks for your kind introductory words, but truly I am more a learner than a scholar. My wife printed a copy of the poem in your homepage and I got one myself.

After the communists took over South Vietnam, I came to live about 3 years with my father in GoCong, a province (now a county), ten miles East of MYTHO which is about 45 miles south of SAIGON. The worst thing to me was that there was no freedom or opportunity for education. I had to attend political indoctrination two or three nights a week. In the States, education network is just like a paradise where I have spent most of my nighttime in the last 16 years and probably many more years to come. My two children, Jimmy and Maria are now a senior and a sophomore at the University of Virginia.

For my Master's project, I have researched on the Healing Phase of the Vietnam War, its effects, and How Does It Work. Many of my friends in Vietnam lost their lives in the war; many of my friends in the United States speak bitterly of the war, of their government and of the people who turn their back on them when they come home. This project concentrated on the ways some Vietnam veterans and their families cope with numerous difficulties after the war.

V/R
Ba