Excerpt

From Walking Point

by Denby Fawcett

Those were the days when all of us were young, very pure, and very sincere. -Bao Ninh

The Sorrow of War

One afternoon in the fall of 1966, I went to the Saigon Zoo. Walking past the cages of lethargic, dusty animals, I was drawn to a group of Vietnamese soldiers standing around a cement pit. They were watching two captive bears dancing on their hind legs, begging for candy and fruit. The soldiers threw the bears peanuts; then one of them casually tossed a lighted cigarette into a bear's mouth. The soldiers laughed as the bear ... read full excerpt from War Torn ebook