Burning prayers in a heated-up Vietnam
From Quang Tri Combat Base we came down to Phu Bai, me and Tex, with a deuce-and-a-half truck full of shot-up electronics. It was July. You haven't seen hot until you've seen July in Vietnam. You wore the heat and humidity the way you'd wear a giant C-clamp screwed to your chest, one you knew would squeeze you, at that time, for 228 more days. The heat smothered you; the days left ahead of you dragged you down.
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