He responded, "All Vietnamese people are the children of Uncle Hồ."

The trainer plans to try Uncle Ho, a son of French Colonial, on the grass.

Goodness knows what Uncle Ho makes of it all.

When he landed on 20 October it seemed that the magic of Uncle Ho had not faded.

This was Uncle Ho, as two representative Asians saw him.

They were the children of the new society of Uncle Ho--its first generation.

Uncle Ho believed that exercise was good for the troops and they would have walked every step of the way.

Here, large crowds gather to pay their respects to the man they call 'Uncle Ho' as they silently file past his glass sarcophagus.

The Presidential Palace and Uncle Ho's house on stilts can also be seen here.

And we'll lose it, too, unless we're allowed to fight just as dirty and savage as Uncle Ho's boys.