The Jungle of Broken Oaths
The highlands of Central Vietnam in the late 1960s were a place of emerald green and sudden, screaming red. The jungle was not a landscape; it was a living, breathing entity that swallowed men whole and spat out only the ghosts of their ambitions. Julian was a captain in the American advisory group, a man of a certain pedigree from New England, whose belief in the "domino theory" was as rigid...
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