So unreal. World exploding around us. Sit on ground taking notes. Soldiers pop up around us, fire short bursts and then sink back into brittle bamboo. Purple smoke spirals upward on north, pink on south. Rockets crash and thud. 50-cal., thud. M-16 pops. Suddenly, all fire stops and movement shifts to north. Land smoldering, wall of burning tree stumps.
SO reads the final entry last week in Saigon Correspondent David DeVoss's notebook. A metal fragment pierced the pages, and a few words are illegible because of blood streaks. Moments after he wrote his...
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