1966 In my frequent nightmares I was in a jungle in Vietnam, rifle bursts coming from all directions, the Vietcong slipping unseen and unseeable through the fetid night. My night sweats were jungle sweats. I had been drafted and was in Army Basic Training, being schooled in the dark art of killing - exhorted to “impale the gooks” on my bayonet and to follow orders without question. I had been an indifferent and careless college student, but I was an engaged and skillful trainee.
All of this so true and elegantly observed.