[h1][center][b][color=fff200]THANH PHAM[/color][/b][/center][/h1][hr]
[color=fff200]"Hehe. Glad to see you still kicking Nazis like usual."[/color] Thanh returned the man's hug with one of equal force. And he couldn't help but feel a little bit proud at how the guy actually addressed the Vietnamese soldiers with high regards. They did not make up a great force to make significance on the battlefield, but individually, some were very courageous indeed. And it surely is interesting to be a foreigner inspiring aboriginal men to fight for their own country, fighting to free the Russian, and the world from the Nazi's grasp. 

Speaking of that...

Thanh could feel his chest hanging heavy as Aleyev mentioned the events of Leningrad.

[color=fff200]"Yeah, I do know of that...Even more clearly than anyone, despite not being there myself."[/color]

He did not know whether he was lucky or unlucky about it. Because of his leg wounds, Thanh had avoided being transferred to that disastrous city. But in exchange, hundreds of thousands, including some of his best comrades from Vietnam, perished in his place. If he had been transferred there, how many would he have saved. 

The Asian man bit his lower lip in order to ease the pain welling up in his heart, as he returned him a friendly smile.

[color=fff200]"I left Kursk in June, due to injuries."[/color] He patted his own right thigh. [color=fff200]"It was pretty damn horrible, I was away from the battlefield for a whole year, until Stalingrad. But I'm now all kicking and ready for more!" [/color]

Thanh then looked at his own documents.

[color=fff200]"Is your gear assigned in advance, or it's just me. I was given this thing." [/color]He showed Aleyev the picture of his explosive mine.[hr]
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