On the way
back, a few bricks placed across the road force us to slow down.
Immediately, two Viet Cong, cartridge belts crossing over their chests, jump out of the shrubs and hold us at gunpoint.
Electric shocks go off under my earlobes.
Freezing terror, face to face with rifles that glow in the sunlight.
The whim of these two soldiers will decide whether we live or die.
Immediately, two Viet Cong, cartridge belts crossing over their chests, jump out of the shrubs and hold us at gunpoint.
Electric shocks go off under my earlobes.
Freezing terror, face to face with rifles that glow in the sunlight.
The whim of these two soldiers will decide whether we live or die.
No more
breathing.
Life can turn on a dime.
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