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Word spread that I spoke Vietnamese and the conductor soon called me to the front and cleared a space for me. He asked me where I was from and laughed maniacally at my response, then clapped a heavy hand on my shoulder to keep me in place.
"Before, I VeeCee!" He said in pidgin Vietnamese, loudly enough to include several rows of openly eavesdropping passengers. "I kill two Americans in war. Bang Bang!" He laughed again, cocked an imaginary trigger and fired twice. Before I could react he reached into a plastic bag, pulled out a fresh baguette and tore it in half. "Different now," he said, "Welcome back!" and handed me a piece. I took it with numb fingers. He settled down beside me, munching on his bread, and regaled me with stories of his years in the jungle, of carrying his ration of rice in a tubular sock, the feast when a hapless village cow stepped on a hidden mine and the famine that followed.

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