At the cafĂ© They are to be found at the far right hand corner; perhaps two or three, perhaps seven or eight. There is Eugene, very spry, served as a volunteer in the French war in Indochina. He likes women and they seem to like him. In ten seconds he can get any woman smiling. […]

Les feuilles mortes The falling leaves drift by the window The falling leaves of red and gold The little boy was curled up in the curtain at the left hand side of the bay window. His name was Choo, the spelling is unknown but he couldn’t pronounce his own name and had adopted that. Memory […]

I forget why I was in Saigon. I imagine it was to see some girl I’d met before I was posted to Baria. I must have stayed overnight and had to get back that evening to be ready for duty the next day. It was too late to get a flight so I did the […]

I forget why I was in Saigon. I imagine it was to see some girl I’d met before I was posted to Baria. I must have stayed overnight and had to get back that evening to be ready for duty the next day. It was too late to get a flight so I did the […]