Minh Dam Secret Zone
He opened his mouth and machine- gun bullets went flying all around the bar. Some of us ducked for cover. Others fired back as their own memories opened up. Then, one by one, still dressed in their army uniforms, his dead mates arrived. Going by the look on their faces they weren’t old enough to be served in this hotel! And what a commotion the wounded caused, crowding in around us with those missing limbs. A look of horror in their eyes. Terror twisting their faces, crying like a bunch of kids! Still it was Friday afternoon. A good time to get things said. Forget the week. And he sat there, Vietnam Vet in gold letters across the front of his blue cap, the dying and the dead and bullets went back
inside his head.