When his hair had turned grey, as the war years gradually receded, the General began to think about the place to which he would return. It is said that he once stood silently under the canopy of Viet Bac, where the footprints of resistance days were still engraved. He once looked toward the Northwest, where Uncle Ho's shadow seemed to still linger. But deep in his heart, Quang Binh—the land of Laotian winds and white sand, where he was born and raised—kept calling out relentlessly.

Every time he returned to his hometown, his eyes lit up like a child's. The village paths, the arid fields, all seemed to embrace him, reminding him that: home is where the heart belongs. And so, he went and searched, to choose a place that was not only a resting spot, but also a place to entrust his love for the country.
In 2006, the General set foot on Vung Chua - Yen Island. Without fanfare, there was only him, the sea, and the waves singing lullabies. His daughter, Ms. Vo Hanh Phuc, once recounted that her father stood there for a long time, looking out at the distant Yen Island, and then softly nodded. That was the moment he chose this place, not with reason, but with his whole heart.
Vung Chua is neither wealthy nor splendid, but it possesses the soul of the countryside, with gentle waves sounding like a mother's lullaby. The General saw it, felt it, and knew: this was where he wanted to leave his final days, to forever blend into the land and sky of his homeland.


