The sky was an overcast. The sunlight that once shone on the streets of Vietnam were being drowned by the dark clouds slowly but certainly. It seemed that the hope of the people were drowned as well. The aftermath of a deadly war was horrid, every drop of blood brought back painful memories formed during the war, and there was blood almost everywhere. Regardless of which body part, everybody, the young, the aged and most significantly, the soldiers, were wrapped in bandages such that it seemed that Vietnam was a bandage-producing country.The emotions of the people were obvious. They have lost the war, but more importantly, they have lost their family. The pain they faced could be evidently reflected on their faces. Just as one looked at the pond where once overflowed with happiness, one could only see the sorrow clearly reflected by the water, who witnessed the whole turn of events.
Heading towards the center point of the war, people were spread around the whole area. Doctors, nurses and even the people who had the ability to offer help were moving as fast as they could. But they were outnumbered, not by the enemies, but by the injured soldiers. At every single corner of the city, there would be a soldier groaning in pain. They have fought for the country, but now, not everyone could fight for their own lives anymore. The doctors tried as hard as they could, so did they, but it all seemed that it was effortless. Many have lost their lives, their family, many have suffered in pain, in sorrow, but let their spirits hold on to the end, for the soldiers have fought not to see a degrading Vietnam, but a Vietnam hopeful of surviving the war.
