Mr. Thang is the second son of Uncle Duong. After graduating from the Military Technical Academy, Mr. Thang worked in the Spratly Islands with the rank of Lieutenant. After two years working on the island, he was promoted to the rank of Lieutenant, and was allowed to leave for three weeks. He came over to my house to play, gave her parents a pound of dried fish, a marine gift from an island soldier and gave her a beautiful, seven-color sea snail shell. The sun and sea breeze have molded a solid soldier with bright eyes, enlarged chest, firm limbs, and tan skin lacquer. He told the island soldiers to be strong to cope with the ocean winds. He told me many funny and strange stories on the island: There are large and heavy turtles up to two or three weights; there are flocks of several thousand birds flying in the sky; Then the story of going on patrol, going fishing, growing green vegetables, reading books, newspapers, wrapping banh chung on the occasion of Tet ... The life of island soldiers is hard and proud. This afternoon, I came home from school, my mother said that Mr. Thang has already gone to the island, I miss him so much.
