Academic journal article TriQuarterly

Why I'm in Vietnam: Answer 2/bong Sen Hotel, Saigon

Academic journal article TriQuarterly

Why I'm in Vietnam: Answer 2/bong Sen Hotel, Saigon

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I'm hoping when I get back to the hotel, no one will see me. I'm head-to-toe with red mud from crawling through old VC tunnels enlarged for heftier western bodies and winding through jungle trails on the back of a motorcycle. My hair's stringy with sweat and rain. But the lobby's full of Australian vets here on a tour so I call out a cheery, "I wanted adventure and I got it!" One of the vets pulls out a chair and my shaky legs buckle me into it. He is ruddy and wiry in denim jeans and vest, faded from wear, not fashion, and pre-vogue tattoos cover his arms, nautical motifs of anchors and ships intertwined with dragons and pagodas. This is his fifth time back since the war. "So you're doing this on your own," he says. "That's game." At the moment I feel more gamy than game, but I am grateful to him and we begin trading stories about our failed marriages, making escape through deceit and trickery, fighting fire with fire. I grow hyperbolic, say I'm small-minded and petty, still bitter after all these years, calculating acts of mental revenge, on a pilgrimage of contention to vanquish that long-vanished rival. …

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