By the twenty-third day they had moved north of the bombing grids. There they rendezvoused with other pairs of Khmer boys, each escorted by a PAVN soldier. For five days they marched, their column ever increasing. Then, with hundreds of others, they were trucked out of the mountains, into beautiful tropical hills, and deposited at an immense training camp where armored vehicles, tanks, cannons and AA guns were in abundance.
China, Nang thought. China!
“Someone is bombing,” Vathana said in French. They spoke only French in the apartment. “Also, I must tell you...”
“To you, always there is a crisis,” Teck retorted. He looked at his wife with disgust, the same look his father gave his mother when they argued.
“Eh...” Her primary thought had been of personal news yet his words made her def
