I Only Follow One Party: The Vietnamese

Write In Such A Way As That You Can Be Readily Understood By Both The Young And The Old, By Men As Well As Women, Even By Children.

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.

Although Our Fight Will Be Long And Hard, Our People Are Resolved To Fight Till Final Victory.

I And Others May Be Revolutionaries But We Are Disciples Of Mahatma Gandhi, Directly Or Indirectly, Nothing More Nothing Less.

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