Which Sinner’s Mili song is the most fitted in terms of their story and personality?
Sorry for not including Sinclair and Yi Sang!
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Sorry for not including Sinclair and Yi Sang!
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You can have other Don Quixote Ids in the comments. Sorry only 6 columns! 🎠🎠🎠
Context: A man was charged with violating article 331 for joking about the extreme heat of recent Vietnamese weather causes the corn to turn in popcorns!
Excerpt of a Facebook post from a governmental website “Thông tin chính phủ”
Translation: Cannibalism by American-Diem troops
… I arrived in T.D. three years ago. The American–Diem troops swept through this hamlet, gathering all the men aged 17 and up—350 people in total. After brutally beating them, wounding many, they herded the entire group into a rice field. They tied two buffaloes to two plows and drove the plows over the crowd. The screams were horrifying. By noon, not a single person remained intact; even the two buffaloes were dead. The field had turned into a sea of blood!
The mothers, wives, and younger siblings in the village stood along the bank, staring down into the field for a long time, unable to say a word to each other…
And speaking of the American–Diem soldiers eating human flesh—this is common. In a village in Tam Ky district, they kicked down doors, searched houses, then captured two people, chopped them into small pieces, and cooked them with rice into porridge to eat and drink! They forced the villagers to eat too; anyone who refused was accused of being a stubborn “communist.”
They spared neither the elderly nor children. In Thang Binh there was an old man, 92 years old. They tortured him, pulled out his beard and burned his chin. The old man wailed, cursing: “You guys are the same age as my sons, how can you be so cruel!” The villagers who were arrested together with him all burst into tears. Yet the beasts stood there laughing gleefully.
Again in Nguyen Chi (Tam Ky District), there was a 75-year-old man. They tied him up, took the plow yoke and struck his chest dozens of times until his ribs were crushed…
Excerpt from a letter from Quang Nam
(From the collection “Từ tuyến đầu Tổ quốc” / “From the Front Lines of the Fatherland”)