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The Vietnamese man nodded, from time to time biting his lips in sympathy to what Katrina said. It really is a tough world meant to wear people down out there. Thanh was probably one of them, although his life wouldn't be too significant. It'll just be ploughing the field, day by day, growing crops and selling it for the profit. Rinse repeat for the rest of his life. And perhaps getting a wife, a child or two and pass down that tradition. As boring as it seemed, that was what he was willing to settle for. It was beautifully simple and pure. But he knew that his life was far from being that uneventful. In fact, it was the polar opposite, much of whom weren't happy stuff. 

[color=fff159]"I do actually. A few in fact. To my mother that me and my father would both return home alive and well, in which has already been half broken. And to my village, and my country, that I would liberate them from the impudent Japanese. But as we both know, we are still nowhere near that goal."[/color] He replied, returning her with a smile, a disguised one, to turn his not so happy background into something to shrug shoulders of, or even laugh at. That was how he always handle things around. Thanh wasn't afraid to share his background, because if he could inject some, even a little bit, of feeling of sympathy and compassion in his comrades, he himself was already happy enough. [color=fff159]"I really do wish to see those promises coming true, just like you did. Imagine our countries independent and freed, while you reunite with people you love. It must have be the best feeling in the world."[/color]

He didn't know that much about the Philippines in general, and Katrina specifically, but after hearing a bit of her background, he just felt like he knew her somehow, although this was probably the feeling of almost everybody here, desperately but valiantly trying to liberate their homelands from the fascists. And Katrina was especially typical of most Vietnamese soldiers would embody for themselves: gentleness, simplicity but courageous. He didn't know about the last one, but he guessed she had been through some of the bloods and bullets to get here, so.

[color=fff159]"Looks like they're calling us now."[/color] Thanh briefly heard the Soviet Officers calling everybody to retreat back to their cabin as the resupplies seemed to have finished. [color=fff159]"We all have promises. How about we promise each other too. To keep on fighting to see our promises becoming a reality. Promise?"[/color] He had his hand held out for a shake. Katrina seems like a nice girl, innocent and determined, so the last thing he would ever want to see were those images shattered away by the horrors of wars, or deaths itself...things that he had too commonly seen, but could not familiarize himself to.[hr]
As the train kept transporting him and his comrades deep into the heart of India, Thanh was busy looking up at the sky. The night was unusually bright, with stars, perhaps representing the hopes and dreams of this young man with a pair of rubber sandals, shining bright in the sky. Will the stars in the sky actually fades away, in the all too brutal fashion of war, by a quick bullet to the brain, or by blood and guts slowly and painfully? 

Looking around in his wagon, everybody was well asleep. He vowed not to though. He had made yet another promise, and he had no intention of breaking it...

All of a sudden, the train was brought to a halt in a similar fashion to the last time it did, waking everybody up rudely. As everybody was trying to comprehend what was going on, the door slide open as an officer urged everybody to get out of the train, this time for good. He was not given any time though, as he was hushed into a temporary tent for resting, just like everyone. Thanh did not rest immediately though, as he stayed up for an hour, until one officer urged him to sleep. Judging by the attitude of the guy, tomorrow, and perhaps the days after that, would be something to anticipate.