At least we had a story

“Get off my foot!” hissed Don. I looked down and saw that I was standing on his foot. “Sorry.” I whispered, changing position. We stood together in a concrete drainage ditch in the northeast fringes of Saigon waiting for a collection of three MP jeeps and six MPs to finish their business and move on. […]

Showing Tin

“What is it” asked Frank. We’d bee in Saigon taking in the sights on an off afternoon. “Looks like a badge.” I said, turning it over imy hands. “An MP badge.” “I didn’t know those guys had badges. They always wear arm brassards.” he said. “Well, it says Military Police.” I handed to to Frank […]