In 1967 I visited the South Vietnamese War Memorial and cemetery north east of Saigon. I was driving a young Vietnamese woman, PB, who had previously been originally from North Vietnam. Her husband, a young officer had been killed by a booby-trap whilst turning inside the body of a clicking Viet Cong.

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