Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Size-Twelve Boots

Have mercy on the younger generation. Yes, Mamma. I remember those words you said in a letter. One hot afternoon here in IV Corps in the Mekong Delta, I stood watching the Viet Cong prisoners sitting in rows under the sun and none in the shade. Sitting on their haunches, blindfolded with a swathe of cloth over their eyes. Their shirts were torn, their black shorts soiled, their legs skinny. Most of them looked no older than seventeen, like those faces in junior high schools back home. [VietNow National Magazine, 2015]

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