Why I assigned myself to an assault mission in Vietnam

My buddies wiped out a VietCong sampan and I am over the moon with joy.

more than a little prescient in M.P. Alladin’s art class at the British Council when I’d carved it in wood a mere eight years ago at the age of 12! Eventually, the flax on the downstream current glittered off and took the argument out of sight, a good ways behind the American cargo boats, so big and fat down at the docks that they leave footprints in the water.