Like that starving young boy who was all skin and bones. He was too small to fight to the front of the line for the c-rations that we would hand out. We have got to fatten you up. And he did. That boy was the picture of health by the time we moved on.
Montagnard women are bare-breasted beauties who work the fields by day.
Don t get any notions of messing with them. They will slice you down, with their machetes, just as smooth as if you were rice in the paddy. The sacrifice that they had made I brought a sense of normality, when I flew in, just an old friend dropping by for a chat, offering to record their messages home. The guys were always surprised to find that I had actually asked to be with them. Perhaps things weren t so bad after all.