I liked it in South Vietnam. I knew that I could be killed there, but I could also be more alive there than in America. In Vietnam, I had to take every moment and really live it. Say if I had a couple of C-ration cans to make dinner out of. I could just sit and say, God, are those bad, or I could pick up some chili peppers or some onions that in Vietnam are growing wild, and I could make a gourmet meal. It would be slower, sure: but I would be more excited by fixing a can of C rations than by being spoon-fed at a restaurant in Atlanta. Or say if I was invited out to a Vietnamese home. I wouldn't like the food (I could hardly eat it)—still it would be an experience. Which a cocktail party isn't. |
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