“...in order to save it,” Sullivan muttered. “Real goddamned horror of Snuol is when the NVA seized the town in March, the goddamned two thousand civilians—who worked for em without choice, for the goddamned NTA, were pressed into deeper service or driven from the border area. Why don’t they report that? They were part of the wave of refugees that inundated us. Damned papers have a memory about eighteen hours long. They coulda asked me. Atrocity! Goddamned Allied atrocity of Snuol was our complete acceptance, complete dependence upon artillery and bombing as the means of subduing an enemy force in a town. That’s the atrocity. Even if there wasn’t a fuckin’ livin’ soul in the place.”
Sullivan shoved the report away, picked up the newspaper. On the campus of Kent State University, in Ohio,
