The sounds of oncoming day filled Saigon's Nguyen Cu Trinh Street. Across from the eight-story Metropole Hotel, the third largest American en listed men's billet in the city, buses be gan lining up for the day's run to the beaches of Vung Tau. The sputter of three-wheeled cyclo-pousse taxis occasionally disturbed the gloomy quiet. An American MP, automatic shotgun cradled in the crook of his arm, and a white-uniformed Vietnamese national policeman neared the end of their guard duty outside the Metropole. Inside, 160 American servicemen lay sleeping.
A grey-painted panel truck...
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