Dead Body Floating in the River

Uncle Hanh is over 60 years old this year. For some reason, he has moved down to live on a fishing boat in the Red River, even though he has a decent house in the village. He was in the special forces with my father, so the two of them were close. Sometimes, when they caught some good fish, he would keep it and bring it to my father as a gift. The two of them had a very deep and sincere relationship, because they had both been through life and death in the army, so they could share their joys and sorrows without hiding anything. But there was a story that Uncle Hanh told my father. At that time, I was sitting next to them, and even now, when I recall it, I still shudder. Some people say that there are no ghosts, but I believe it. Because there are things that even seeing and touching them cannot explain. Well, worshiping is sacred, abstaining is safe, and I still believe that. This story was told by an old soldier, so I believe it is true and not just a gossip after a few drinks.

Dettagli