My decision to pursue a degree in history may have stemmed from the deep emotions I felt when reading Nguyen My's poem The Red-Colored Farewell. Those verses painted a vivid picture before our generation's eyes—a winter afternoon when a soldier bid a heartfelt goodbye to his newlywed wife as he set off for battle "alongside many comrades". And in that farewell moment, the red coat she draped over herself became more than just an article of clothing; it symbolized both the love between two souls and the love for the homeland—a poignant reminder that "when the nation calls, they understand the need to be apart"