At the Breakfast
Life is absurd. We all have to come to grips with that. The jungle of Vietnam is a hauntingly beautiful place. All the same, it is not a place I wanted to die. The memory of that day comes back to me—right now, vividly—as if I was back there again. The voice of the Lieutenant came over the radio, sharp and definitive (those West Point graduates were used to giving orders): “Move forward with your squad. Get as close as you can to the bunkers. See if you can spot enemy activit