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He missed his homeland. When he’d first joined the air force and then been transferred to Da Nang and into officers’ training, only seventeen, he’d cried every night in his bed for several weeks. He’d been flying fighter jets for nearly three years now, since he was nineteen years old. Two months ago he’d turned twenty-two, and he could expect to continue flying missions until the one that killed him. Later he sat on the porch in a canvas chair, leaning forward, forearms on his knees, smoking—he actually did possess a pack of Luckies—when the colonel returned from the club with his arms around both the girls. Minh’s escort had a pack in her hand and waved it happily. “So you explored the briny deeps today.” Minh wasn’t s timberland work boots ure what he meant. He said, “Yes.” “Ever been down there in any of those tunnels?” the colonel asked. “What is it?—tunnels.” 1963 15 “Tunnels,” the colonel said. “Tunnels all under Vietnam. You been down inside those things?” “Not yet. I don’t think so.” “Nor have I, son,” the colonel said. “I wonder what’s down there.” “I timberland baby clothes don’t know.” “Nobody does,” the colonel said. “The cadres use the tunnels,” Minh said. “The Vietminh.” Now the colonel seemed to grieve for his President again, because he said, “This world spits out <a href="http://www.8shoxonline.com/nike-shox-r4-shoes-c-12.html"><strong>Shox R4 Shoes</strong></a> a beautiful man like he was poison.” Minh had noticed you could talk to the colonel for a long time without recognizing he was drunk. He’d met the colonel only a few mornings back, out front of the helicopter maintenance yard at the Subie base, and they’d sought each other out continually ever since. The colonel had not been introduced to him—the colonel had introduced himself—and didn’t appear to be linked to him in any official way. They were housed together with dozens of other transient officers in a barracks in a compound originally constructed and then quickly abandoned, according to the colonel, by the American Central Intelligence Agency. Minh knew the colonel was one to stick with. Minh had a custom of picking out situations, people, as good luck, bad luck. He drank Lucky Lager, he smoked Lucky Strikes. The colonel called him “Lucky.” “John F. Kennedy was a beautiful man,” the colonel said. “That’s what killed him.” 1964 N guyen Hao arrived safely at the New Star Temple on his Japanese Honda 30 motorbike, in dress pants and a box-cut shirt, wearing sunglasses, the pomade melting in his hair. It was his s timberland mens shoes ad errand to serve as his family’s only representative at the funeral service for his wife’s nephew. Hao’s wife was down with chills. The boy’s parents were deceased, and the boy’s only brother was flying missions for the air force. 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Rather than disturb the master, he turned and went out even before his eyes adjusted to the dimness, but already the must of the floor and the aroma of joss sticks had wakened his boyhood, when he’d served here at the temple for a couple of years. He felt something tugging at him from that era, a thread connected to a sadness which was generally inert and which quickly forgot itself. So much of this had been laid over by the rest of his life. Also he felt a confused sadness over his nephew’s preposterous death. Inconceivable. On first hearing of it Hao had assumed the boy had perished in an accidental fire. But in fact he’d burned himself alive—as had two or three elder monks in recent times. But those others had killed themselves spectacularly in the Saigon streets in order to cry out against chaos. And they were old men. Thu was only twenty, and he’d set himself afire out in the bush beyond the village in a solitary ceremony. Incomprehensible, crazy. When Master woke he came out not in his robe, but dressed for the fields. Hao stood up and bowed his head, and the master bowed very deeply, a small man with a large rib cage and stick-limbs, his head covered with stubble —it occurred to Hao that Thu had probably been the one who’d shaved him. Poor dead Thu. “I was going to take up a hoe this afternoon,” the master said. “I’m glad you’ve stopped me.” They sat on the porch and made a start at polite conversation, moving into the doorway while a loud rain came over. The master apparently chose to let the chatter of this downpour serve the purposes of small talk, because when it was over he spoke immediately of the death of Thu, saying it mystified him. “But it <a href="http://www.livingstory.com/alanbqnrg8t/blog/141354/"><strong>air jordan 1 banned, regardless of the similarities in order ... - ZOL博客</strong></a> brings you back to see us. 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They met in the Philippines.” “He told me so.” “Have you met him personally?” “He’s come several cheap timberlands times,” the master said. “He cultivated an ac quaintance with Thu. I think he’s a kind man. Or at least a careful man.” “He’s interested in the practice. He wants to study the breath.” “His breath smells of the meat of cattle and cigars and liquor. And what about you? Have you continued with the breath?” Hao didn’t answer. “Have you continued your practice?” “No.” The master spat out the pit of his champooy. A skeletal puppy darted from under the porch and gobbled it quickly, trembling, and then dematerialized. “In their dreams,” the old man said, “dogs travel back and forth between this world and the other world. In their dreams they visit the before-life, and they visit the afterlife.” Hao said, “The Americans are going to become somewhat active here, somewhat destructive.” “How do you know?” The question was very indiscreet, yet even in the face of Hao’s silence he persisted: “Did this American tell you?” “Thu’s brother told me.” “Minh?” “Our air force will participate.” “Will young Minh bomb his own country?”

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