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“Yeah,” Silvers said. “That’s somethin that should be written about. Man, I just write notes to myself so I’ll remember what this place was really like. I don’t want to be spreadin any bullshit when I return. That’s the whole trouble with this war. Everybody’s tellin war stories and nobody’s tellin it the way it is.” Silvers paused. He turned to Minh. “Hey, Minh, what’s the word you got about where we’re goin?” “I think I only know what you already know,” Minh said. “Come on, Fucka,” said Whiteboy. “What do the othah scouts say about wheah we goan?” “They say it is a bad AO. But you have already heard that.” Until 1968 Le Huu Minh had never supported any of the numerous governments of South Vietnam. He had not supported the communist National Liberation Front or the North Vietnamese in