Along Route 1 last week, 70 wiry South Vietnamese bent low on their racing bicycles, pedaling for all they were worth. Close behind were two vin tage French-made armored cars, their .30-caliber machine guns pointed unsportingly at spectators. It was an odd procession, and as it whizzed past his foxhole outside Danang, U.S. Marine Lance Corporal Charles Armour, 18, whose patrol had been ambushed nearby only hours before, could only marvel: "It's really weird."
Weird was not the word for it. The South Vietnamese were holding a four-day bicycle race in one of the...
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