When she saw me at the Washington Cathedral she sensed a kindred soul. Understanding what I was doing, he relaxed and said, “American. First I lay it next to the flower bouquet. Thus I was able to observe that her skin was fair enough to seem translucent, and that her body was almost too thin, but well-proportioned. I walked out of the main gate as an attendant was preparing to close and lock it. Let’s go home.’ That was the way a lot of us felt in Vietnam. He also avoided talking to me. They only had one pistol. I was also aware of the wound left by an AK-47 round when my platoon was nearly overrun in Vietnam. It is easy to find.
