Lieutenant Lynn Burton stands in an old shack in the Central highlands of Vietnam. What is she doing here? Her orders are to report to Base X, but nobody knows where Base X is. Suddenly tossed into a covert CIA operation, Lynn begins a terrifying race for survival. Sergeant Charles Reese has never gotten used to the fear that hangs in the pit of his stomach every time the alarm claxton sounds announcing a rescue mission. The fear starts the moment he races over the concrete runway to the waiting helicopter, and it grows in intensity as the sleek Jolly Green Giant rises into the air and races toward a rendezvous filled with danger, perhaps even death. Sent into Cambodia to rescue Lynn and a band of children from certain death by the hands of the Khmer Rouge, Charles finds Lynn and the children alone in the jungle, surrounded by enemy soldiers who are determined to destroy the children. Their only hope is to trek through miles of jungle teeming with enemy soldiers in an effort to reach safety.
Are We Winning? Are They Winning?: A Civilian Advisor's Reflections on Wartime Vietnam
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Uses official records and new interviews to tell the history of the American units stationed in Vietnam from 1954 to 1975.
Applebaum felt almost like a noble savage there ; a man alone with his thoughts embraced by the organism of the jungle . It was weird . Almost fun . Certainly not what he'd expected . They came to the village shortly after sundown .
"...So many come to this/ spirit inhabited place/ tender fingers reach out/ in holy reverence to touch/ this past so alive/ I press my fingertips to yours/ you do not feel my touch from the other side of the Wall..." (excerpt from the poem ...
By Edgar Award-winning author Scott C.S. Stone&. MacTavish told him all he knew, and Hoon then pointed to Natalya. She told him everything, including the fact that the Americans were...
You scared the girls to death , Neal ! NEAL . No , now ! Don't pay attention to me , I just stopped by . ERNIE . Okay , all right , okay . TOM . ( To girls . ) Neal's the owner . NEAL . I picked this place up in the forties ... ERNIE .
Contains action photographs from the Vietnamese conflict, with terse text by the photographer, Tim Page.