![]() ![]() Vietnam was so much smaller than I had remembered. I was stunned when it rose out of the foreground, scarcely a mile away. I looked in the distance for the old French fort in the foothills where my platoon had often set its foxholes for the night. But the bend in the river was the same, and so were the mountains beyond. Across the road, near where we had set up our recoilless rifle, was a small roadside stand selling tea, cigarettes, and drinks. On the south bank, where I'd had my command post, two men dressed only in shorts were sitting in a shed, patiently sawing logs. ![]() On the north bank, where our bunkers had been, there was now a brick kiln. The old bridge had been blown up in 1974, and at first I wasn't sure where I was. Sweet potatoes and manioc were drying in the sun. We crossed the bridge over the Tuy Loan River and stopped the car on the other side. ![]()
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