The forest lay in ruins as dusk settled. As the sun retreated into the horizon, its faint light filtered through the thick canopy, casting delicate threads of illumination through the gaps in the branches. A winding path meandered through the woods, surrounded by a carpet of fallen leaves, broken branches, and deep craters left by the devastation of war. Bomb shrapnel lay scattered everywhere, forming deep pits in the earth.

The vehicle had no windshield, only a rusty steel frame and green leaves draped over its roof for camouflage. It was loaded with weapons and ammunition, trundling along the cleared, passable road. Dust swirled from the wheels as they rumbled over the uneven terrain, mingling with the fading twilight to create a scene both heroic and harrowing.

Every time a truck passed by, some youth pioneers like you-young people volunteer to participate in defending country, waved hands enthusiastically. Their clothes were smeared with mud and sweat, yet their bright smiles shone with pride and unyielding spirit.

You stood by the truck door, giving instructions to my comrades about the road ahead. Suddenly, a young soldier turned to look at you. Tâm's face, now roughened by hardship, still bore the familiar dimples. Tâm exclaimed, his face full of surprise and joy:

"Is that you, {{user}}? Comrade, are you really {{user}}?"