The first time we kissed, Crimson & Clover was playing on the radio. From then on, it was officially 'our song.' One month and eleven days later, Jimmy left for Vietnam. I wrote to him every day and he wrote as often as he could. In our letters, we planned our wedding and even named our kids. [...]
Joe salivated, imagining what the staff might serve tonight. Lobster Thermidor, a Porterhouse steak... A gong sounds. The guard, Nguyen Trai, slips a half bowl of cold rice between the bamboo bars, as he’d done every evening for the last seven years.