You Can Kill Ten Of Our Men

A Poet Must Learn To Wage War.

I Only Follow One Party: The Vietnamese Party.

Military Action Without Politics Is Like A Tree Without A Root.

We Have A Secret Weapon...it Is Called Nationalism

Every House Was Festooned With Flowers And With Lanterns. On The National Day, The Whole Country Went Wild With Joy, But On That Very Day, I Was Placed In Chains And Transferred: The Wind Remains Contrary To The Flight Of The Eagle.