Tet Quotes

Time flies, knells call, life passes, so hear my prayer. Birth is nothing but death begun, so hear my prayer. Death is speechless, so hear my speech. This is Jake, who served his ka and his tet. Say true. May the forgiving glance of S’mana heal his heart. Say please. May the arms of Gan raise him from the darkness of this earth. Say please. Surround him, Gan , with light. Fill him, Chloe, with strength. If he is thirsty, give him water in the clearing. If he is hungry, give him food in the clearing. May his life on this earth and the pain of his passing become as a dream to his waking soul, and let his eyes fall upon every lovely sight; let him find the friends that were lost to him, and let every one whose name he calls call his in return. This is Jake, who lived well, loved his own, and died as ka would have it. Each man owes a death. This is Jake. Give him peace.

You say true, I say thankya.

I’d have you see the like this; I’d have you see them very well. Will you? They are clustered around Suzie’s Cruisin Trike, embracing in the aftermath of their victory. I’d have you see them this way not because they have won a great battle—they know better than that, every one of them—but because now they are ka-tet for the last time. The story of their fellowship ends here, on this make-believe street and beneath this artificial sun; the rest of the tale will be short and brutal compared to all that’s gone before. Because when ka-tet breaks, the end always comes quickly. Say sorry.

Apparently, when Walter Cronkite reported on the Tet carnage, he’d said—on air—“What the hell is going on? I thought we were winning the war.

Pa gen lape nan tet, si pa gen lape nan vant (there is no peace in the head if there is no peace in the stomach).

The great hope of the Tet Offensive was that its very size and daring would trigger a surge of nationalism that would transcend barriers of ideology, class, and faith.

We are all bound together by the Purpose,’ Dorrance said abruptly. ‘That’s ka-tet, which means one made of many. The way that many rhymes make up a single poem.

If one morning in the Spring, a stranger came and said to me, Your mother, father, brother, sister, uncle, lover, friend, is dead. From a b-52, napalm bombing, search and destroy mission, air attack, Tet offensive, My Lai massacre, failed escape, I would not scream but make of my body a net, a tarp, stretched taut across the sky, the sea, over every village and hamlet. Prepared to catch everything from the sky, shade everything on the ground, rain water and receive you, war, with arms outstretched.

He grasped the knob. It was engraved with a wild rose wound around a revolver, one of those great old guns from his father and now lost forever. Yet it will be yours again, whispered the voice of the Tower and the voice of the roses—these voices were now one. What do you mean ? To this there was no answer, but the knob turned beneath his hand, and perhaps that was an answer. Roland opened the door at the top of the Dark Tower. He saw and understood at once, the knowledge falling upon him in a hammerblow, hot as the sun of the desert that was the apotheosis of all deserts. How many times had he climbed these stairs only to find himself peeled back, curved back, turned back? Not to the beginning (when things might have been changed and time's curse lifted), but to that moment in the Mohaine Desert when he had finally understood that his thoughtless, questionless quest would ultimately succeed? How many times had he traveled a loop like the one in the clip that had once pinched off his navel, his own tet-ka can Gan? How many times would he travel it? "Oh, no!" he screamed. "Please, not again! Have pity! Have mercy!" The hands pulled him forward regardless. The hands of the Tower knew no mercy. They were the hands of Gan, the hands of ka, and they knew no mercy.

prepare for a great push to be called Tong-Tan-cong-Noi-day (General Offensive, General Uprising). It would take place during Tet, which in 1968, according to the Chinese calendar, was to be Mau Than, the Year of the Monkey.

S te, Szent Tamás, a detektívek patrónusa vagy, mert nem hitted el a rejtélyt, míg bele nem tetted ujjadat a sebbe; látván pedig, hogy azt hegyes fémtárgy okozta, s a szúrás alulról jött, és teljességgel halálos volt, megnyugtatóan felderítettnek vélted az esetet.

the Tet surprise was regarded by Westy as proof of Hanoi’s weakness. Nowhere in his understanding of the war was there room for the size and quality of the force that had taken Hue. So the MACV in Saigon and General LaHue in Phu Bai simply refused to believe it had happened. Reports that contradicted this high-level understanding were dismissed as unreliable, the cries of men facing real combat for the first time, and panicking. Against the certainties of the American command, the truth never stood a chance.

I’d have you see them like this; I’d have you see them very well. Will you? They are clustered around Suzie’s Cruisin Trike, embracing in the aftermath of their victory. I’d have you see them this way not because they have won a great battle—they know better than that, every one of them—but because now they are ka-tet for the last time. The story of their fellowship ends here, on this make-believe street and beneath this artificial sun; the rest of the tale will be short and brutal compared to all that’s gone before. Because when katet breaks, the end always comes quickly. Say

If one morning in the Spring, a stranger came and said to me, your mother,father, brother, sister, uncle, lover, friend is dead from a b-52, napalm bombing, search and destroy misson, air attack, Tet offensive, My Lai massacre, failed escape, I would not scream but make of my body a net, a tarp, stretched taut across the sky, the sea, over every village and hamlet, prepared to catch everything from the sky, shade everything on the ground, rain water and receive yyou, war, with arms outstretched

It’s not supposed to end this way. Whatever else Roland and his ka-tet knows, that’s one thing that they ken for sure. This business ain’t supposed to end, and end bloody, at the base of some godforsaken pile of rock called Jericho Hill. Because John Farson is evil, and they’re good, and good may have its setbacks and bumps along the road, but when the final bell gongs, only good is left to hear its peals. They know that. They just…they know it. This ain’t how it’s gonna end. ‘Cept, deep down…they know it is.

Sound. Noise the air employs. Melodies sweet. Tweet, tweet, tweet. Soft. Loud. A roaring crowd. Cluck. Caw. Crow. Tet, tet. Tis, tis. Guttural growl. Harrowing howl. Drip, drip, drip. Tap, tap, tap. Moan and groan. Endless drone. Ding, dang, dong. A church bell song. Vibrations in my ear to hear. Sound.

They say in death our war is over. I don't believe that.

The most controversial player was the wild and abrasive Craig Venter, who had worked in a U.S. Navy field hospital as a draftee during the Tet Offensive of the Vietnam War,

They had grown close, he said, as close as any ka-tet could, and so their thoughts, habits, and little obsessions had a tendency to spread among them all, like a cold.

... riches in cities like this drew people to new gods of fortune, like golden Agni, and away from wild gods like Tet, the god of wine who began this. People don't need wild gods any more when they're fat and rich and comfortable. Gods don't take kindly to being forgotten.

Nobody talks about it. It’s not that kind of war.” “What kind of war is it, then?” said Guet Imm. She looked like she wanted to hit Tet Sang. “A secret war? I’ve never heard of such a thing!” “Yes,” said Tet Sang. “Open death, open atrocity, open persecution. But a silent war. It’s safer to be silent in these times.

The plan called for attacks leading up to Tet against American bases throughout the South—Khe Sanh, Da Nang, Con Tien, Pleiku, and others. It anticipated that Westy would move his troops to defend his own bases, which would leave Saigon, Hue, Can Tho, Nha Trang, and dozens of other South Vietnamese cities to be defended by much weaker ARVN forces.

He felt like a compass needle. The needle knows nothing about magnetic north; it only knows it must point in a certain direction, like it or not.

the Ancient Doctrine. The Egyptians held that there was "Ka," the divine spirit in man; "Ab," the intellect or will; "Hati," the vitality; "Tet," the astral body; "Sahu," the etheric double; and "Xa," the physical body (some authorities forming a slightly different arrangement), which correspond to the various "bodies of man" as recognized by occultists to-day.

In this peaceful city, during Tet, it was traditional to send cups of paper with lit candles floating down the Huong like flickering blossoms, prayers for health, for success, for the memory of loved ones away or departed, for success in business or in love, and perhaps for an end to the war and killing. It made a moving collective display, a vast flotilla of hope, many thousands of tiny flames. They would wind down the wide water without sound, flowing past the bright lights of the modern city to the south, framed to the north by the fortress’s high black walls. People would line both banks of the Huong to savor the spectacle, stepping up and bending to add their own offering. The ritual was Hue’s emblem and signature, a gesture of beauty and calm, of harmony between the living and the dead, an expression of Vietnam’s soul, a place far from the horrors of war. Not this year.

Time flies, knells call, life passes, so hear my prayer. “Birth is nothing but death begun, so hear my prayer. “Death is speechless, so hear my speech.” The words drifted away into the haze of green and gold. Roland let them, then set upon the rest. He spoke more quickly now. “This is Jake, who served his ka and his tet. Say true. “May the forgiving glance of S’mana heal his heart. Say please. “May the arms of Gan raise him from the darkness of this earth. Say please. “Surround him, Gan, with light. “Fill him, Chloe, with strength. “If he is thirsty, give him water in the clearing. “If he is hungry, give him food in the clearing. “May his life on this earth and the pain of his passing become as a dream to his waking soul, and let his eyes fall upon every lovely sight; let him find the friends that were lost to him, and let every one whose name he calls call his in return. “This is Jake, who lived well, loved his own, and died as ka would have it. “Each man owes a death. This is Jake. Give him peace.

Looking over to his left, he watches a rocket-propelled grenade race in and blow up one of the M-60 machine-gun positions. Just then he also sees a lone, tall figure, an American, charge the position, fire, and retake the gun. Even in the dark, amid the explosions, he can recognize the silhouette of the gunner as Michael Bradshaw. Stan is filled with joy that Bradshaw has rushed to the position to counter the enemy’s attack; his decision to do this may help save them. Stan knows Bradshaw must be scared, but in the din he can’t hear if he’s screaming or yelling or swearing; silence. He’s a flickering image amid hundreds of explosions.

Szeretni sokféleképpen lehet, első látásra, egy pillanat alatt vagy lassan és mélyen, de nincs annál erősebb szerelem, amelyet nem adnak könnyen, amiért nap mint nap harcolni kell. S a fáradtság a tagjaidban és a fejedben jelzi, s emlékeztet rá majd mindennap, ameddig csak élsz, érte tetted. A kezébe adná legszívesebben a szívét, hogy tegye a rossz szíve helyére, s gyógyuljon meg.

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I never liked telling war stories. Some men love to tell them. Hell, some men need to. They need to convince themselves that the war is over. But I'm not one of them.

I was appraising . . . not eye fooking.

The Vietnam War was pivotal to the formation of an emerging evangelical identity. For many Americans who came of age in the 1960s and 1970s, Vietnam demolished myths of American greatness and goodness. American power came to be viewed with suspicion, if not revulsion, and a pervasive antimilitarism took hold. Evangelicals, however, drew the opposite lesson: it was the absence of American power that led to catastrophe. Evangelical support for the war seemed to grow in direct relation to escalating doubts among the rest of the public. After the Tet Offensive in the summer of 1968, a poll revealed support for continued bombing and an increase in US military intervention “among 97 percent of Southern Baptists, 91 percent of independent fundamentalists, and 70 percent of Missouri Synod Lutherans; only 2 percent of Southern Baptists and 3 percent of fundamentalists favored a negotiated withdrawal.” Aware of their outlier status, many evangelicals understood themselves to be a faithful remnant, America’s last great hope. With the fate of the nation hanging in the balance, conservative evangelicals “assumed the role of church militant.”34 The war was a watershed moment for American Christians overall.

관찰한다)나 자궁내막 조직 검사를 받아 보아도 좋을 것이다. 자궁을 통해 나팔관 안으로 직접 내시경을 집어넣어 관찰하는 최신 검사법도 있다. 이 방법을 통해 의사들은 나팔관 내부의 상처 (예를 들자면 이전에 골반염을 앓았다든지 하는 이유로 생긴)관찰하고 나팔관 수술의 필요성 여부를 판단한다. 또한 이방법으로 나팔관 입구가 패쇄되어 있는지의 여부도 (40p 패쇄까지는) 확인할 수 있다. 뇌 속의 시상하토토총판모집부에서는 뇌하수체를 자극하여 다른 호르몬들을 분비하도록 하기 위해 네 시간마다 한 번씩 규칙적으로 황체화 호르몬 분비호르몬(LHRH)이라는 호르몬을 분비한다. 이 호르몬의 영향으로 뇌하수체는 난포자극 호르몬과 황체화호르몬-이 두 가지를 합쳐 나도트로핀(생식선 자극 호르몬)이라 부르기도 한다-을 방출한다. 난포자극호르몬이 난소를 자극하면 난소는 난포를 생성시키기 시작한다. 이와 같은 과정이 제대로 일어나는지를 알아보려면, 여성의 체내에 LHRH를 주입하고 이후 한 시간동안 혈중 호르몬치를 측정해 보면 된다. 한편 난자를 뚫고 들어가는데 필요한 효소가 정자에 결핍되었는지를 알아보려면 특수 검사를 받아야 한다. 그러나 아직 이 검사법은 그리 보편화되어 있지 않다. 41. 불임 환자가 임신을 원할 경우 어떤 방법이 있는가? 불임의 원인에 따라 해결책도 달라진다. 수정란을 자궁내에 이식하는 시험관 아기의 경우, 그 성공률은 모체의 연령에 따라 다르다. 28세 여성의 임토토총판모집신 성공률은 22p이고 32세의 경우는 15p이다. 이 수치는 40세가 되면 9.5p로 떨어진다. 모체의 연령이 높을수록 유산률도 증가한다. 임신약을 이용하여 배란에 필요한 호르몬의 분비를 자극하는 방법을 쓸수도 있지만, 이때는 '과배란(super-ovulation, 여러 개의 난자가 한꺼번에 배출됨)'이나 다태의 위험이 높다. 임신약인 클로미펜을 사용한 건강한 여성의 75p가 배란이 되고, 그중 35p는 임신을 하는 것으로 알려져 있다. 그러나 쌍둥이를 임신할 위험이 5p에 이른다(정상적인 임신에서 쌍둥이를 임신할 확률은 1.25p이다). 사람폐경 성선자극호르몬(HMG: 폐경 여성의 소변에서 추출된다)에는 난포 생성에 필요한 난포자극 호르몬과 배출된 난자를 성숙시키는 황체화호르몬이 포함되어 있다. 이 HMG 요법을 받은 여성의 75-90p에게서 배란이 일어나고 그중 35p가 임신하는 것으로 보고되고 있다. 그러나 다태(6-7쌍둥이의 가능성도 높다)의 위험이 무려 35p에 달한다. 토토총판모집설사 그 태아 대부분이 살아남는다 하더라도 분만 과정에서 어려움(조산, 호흡곤란, 뇌성마비, 성장장애)를 겪을 수 있다. 펌프를 이용하여 LHRH를 피하지방에 주사함으로써 뇌가 정상적으로 호르몬을 분비할 수 있도록 돕는 방법도 있다. 처치 대상자의 90p가 배란이 되었으며 6개월 후 90p가 임신을 하였다. 이밖에도 여러가지 최신 치료법들이 개발되고 있다. GIFT(Gamete Intra Fallopian Transfer, 생식세포난관내 이식 :인공수정 시킨 수정란을 나팔관 안으로 주입한다)는 21p의 성공률을 보였으며 (다태의 위험은 21p), DIPI(Direct Intra Peritoineal Insemina-tion, 직접 복강내 수정)는 10p, PO토토총판모집ST(Peritioneal Oocyte Sperm Transfer, 복강내 난자 및 정자 주입 )는 25p의 성공률을 보였다. 이외에도 여러 첨단 치료법들이 개발되고 있는데, 불임 때문에 고민하고 있는 부부들에게 희소식이 되리라 믿는다. 기타 첨단 불임 치료법들 GIFT: 생식세포 난관내 이식 DIPI: 직접 복강내 수정 POST: 복강내 난자 및 정자 주입 SUZI(Subzonal Sperm Insertion): 투명대하 정자 주입 TUFT(Trans-Uterine Fallopian Transfer): 자궁을 통한 난관내 이식 TET(Tubal Embryo Transfer): 난관내 배아 이식 PROST(ProNuclear S토토총판모집tage Tubal Transfer): 전핵 이식 ZIFT(Zygote Intra-Fallopian Tube Transfer): 접합자 난관내 이식 임신 5개월 된 태아(여아의 경우)는 대략 700만 개의 난자를 갖고 있다. 그러다가 출생 무렵이 되면 그 숫자는 200만 개쯤으로 줄어들고 다시 사춘기에 접어들면 50만개 정도로 된다. 그 나머지는 모두 퇴화해 체내에 흡수된다. 출생 이후에는 난자가 새로 생겨나지 않는데, 우리가 흔히 난자의 '생성'이라고 말하는 것은 이미 난소에 존재하던 난자(난포)들이 성숙하는 것을 두고 하는 말이다. 대개 한 번의 생리 주기 동안에 단 한 개의 난자만이 완전히 성숙한다. 몇개의 난포들이 함께 성숙하지만 그중에서 가장 빨리, 그리고 가장 건강하게 성숙한 난자만이 배출된다. 그 나머지는 다윈의 '적자생존'토토총판모집의 원리에 따라 자연도태되는 것이다. 일단 배란이 일어나고 나면 껍데기만 남은 난포가 황체라는 노란색의 낭포로 변한다. 이 황체가 에스트로젠과 프로제스테론을 분비하여 뇌의 시상하부에서 더 이상 난포자극호르몬과 황체화호르몬이 생산되지 않도록 한다. 만약 임신이 되었다면 황체는 에스트로젠과 프로제스테론 두 호르몬을 계속 분비하여 월경이 일어나지 않게 함으로써 초기 임신 상태를 유지시켜준다. 임신 3개월이 지나면 태반이 그 역할을 받아 하게 되고 황체는 점점 퇴화한다. 반대로 임신이 이루어지지 않았다면 열흘 후에는 황체가 퇴화하게 된다. 그리고 다음 생리가 시작되는 것이다. 이론적으로는 오직 한 개의 정자만 있으면 난자와의 수정이 가능하다 그러나 실제로는 한 번 사정이 있을때마다 평균 2-3억개라는 '넉넉한' 숫자의 정자가 여서의 생식기 내부로 들어가게 된다. 하지만 그중에서 난자가 있는 곳-주로 나팔관의 상반부-까지 도달하토토총판모집는 정자의 숫자는 50-150개 정도에 불과하다. 남성의 정액이 1ml당 2천만 개 내외의 정자를 포함할 절도로 정자가 응집되어 있다면 임신할 확률은 엄청나게 높아진다. 갓 배출된 정액은 젤 상태로 굳어 있다가 20-30분이 지나면 효소에 의해 분해되어 붉은 액체로 변하면서 정자의 대이동을 시작한다. 인공수정시 관찰해 본 결과 아주 활발한 정자 몇개는 질 입구로 들어선지 불과 5분도 채 안되어 나팔관에 도달했다고 한다. 그런가 하면 몇 일 동안이나 자궁경관 점액 속에서 자궁 안이나 나팔관으로 올라가려고 헤엄치는 정자도 있다. 일단 정자가 난자의 껍질을 뚫고 들어가면 일종의 화학적인 반응이 일어나 다른 정자의 접근을 막는다. 그리고 염색체를 23개 갖고 있는 정자와 역시 23개의 염색체를 갖고 있는 난자가 합쳐져서 46개의 염색체를 가진 하나의 세포(수정란)를 형성한다. 수정란은 나팔관을 따라 내려가면서 연쇄적으로 세포분열을 일으켜 상실배를 형성한다. 이 상실배 속에 액체가 들어차면서 가운데는 텅 비고 가장자리로만 세포들이 늘어서 있는 주머니 모양의 포배를 형성하는데, 이것이 자궁내막에 착상하는 것이다. 이때가 수정 후 약 5일이 지난 때이다.

There were certain ways of referring to things in the gang Henry was a part of (and which Eddie, as his little brother, was also a part of); the argot of their miserable little ka-tet. In Henry’s gang, you never beat anyone else up; you sent em home with a fuckin rupture. You never made out with a girl; you fucked that skag til she cried. You never got stoned; you went on a fuckin bombin-run. And you never brawled with another gang; you got in a fuckin pisser.

is Tet.

Life in battle is like a roll of toilet paper....the more you use it, the less you have left.

Time flies, knells call, life passes, so hear my prayer. “Birth is nothing but death begun, so hear my prayer. “Death is speechless, so hear my speech.” The words drifted away into the haze of green and gold. Roland let them, then set upon the rest. He spoke more quickly now. “This is Jake, who served his ka and his tet. Say true. “May the forgiving glance of S’mana heal his heart. Say please. “May the arms of Gan raise him from the darkness of this earth. Say please. “Surround him, Gan, with light. “Fill him, Chloe, with strength. “If he is thirsty, give him water in the clearing. “If he is hungry, give him food in the clearing. “May his life on this earth and the pain of his passing become as a dream to his waking soul, and let his eyes fall upon every lovely sight; let him find the friends that were lost to him, and let every one whose name he calls call his in return. “This is Jake, who lived well, loved his own, and died as ka would have it. “Each man owes a death. This is Jake. Give him peace.” He knelt a moment longer with his hands clasped between his knees, thinking he had not understood the true power of sorrow, nor the pain of regret, until this moment. I cannot bear to let him go. But once again, that cruel paradox: if he didn’t, the sacrifice was in vain. Roland opened his eyes and said, “Goodbye, Jake. I love you, dear.

It’s no trick,” Roland said, “never think it. It’s the Way of the Eld. We are of that an-tet, khef and ka, watch and warrant. Gunslingers, do ya.

This is quite a coincidence,” Frankie said. “It’s no coincidence. I worked hard to get you to take R and R.” “So you’re the little bird who ratted me out. Why?” “To see you.” “Rye, I told you—” “I broke off my engagement.” That stopped her. “You did?” “I couldn’t pretend anymore, not after Tet. Life is short, and…” He paused. “There’s something between us, Frankie. Tell me you don’t feel it and I’ll walk away.

was the first one into the new world. This is the first entry of Renzor51 of the Skull Kids Ka-tet,

In 1968, the Tet offensive in Vietnam took the lives of thousands of GIs and made it clear to a lot of Americans that we were fighting an unwinnable war.  Meanwhile the people of Prague, Czechoslovakia rose up against their Soviet oppressors and the United States did nothing to help them, Martin Luther King and Bobby Kennedy were assassinated, there were riots in the streets of major cities, and the Democratic National Convention in Chicago featured the police beatings of peaceful anti-war demonstrators.  Oh! and yes, as if that wasn't enough, Richard Nixon was elected President.  Otherwise things were fine.

Vann was vindicated when, on January 31, 1968, the Communists took advantage of Tet, the Vietnamese Lunar New Year holiday, to launch a surprise offensive against installations in cities and towns throughout the country, penetrating even the U.S. Embassy compound in the middle of Saigon. The war-of-attrition strategy was discredited. Westmoreland was relieved as commanding general in Vietnam.

What’s wrong with your leg?” he said. But now he could see the state of her feet—blistered and rubbed raw from walking. She shifted away from Tet Sang, bending to pat her feet dry. A wince briefly displaced her frown. “You should call Ah Boon to look at that,” said Tet Sang, embarrassed. “He can give you medicine. He used to look after people’s cows.

fought in Hue during the previous year’s Tet offensive.

Het El Señor es clemente y compasivo, lento a la ira y rico en misericordia. 9 Tet El Señor es bueno con todos y su misericordia se extiende a todas sus obras.

People say Love hurts. Actually it's the denial of Love that hurts.

No one can sweep, for why sweep away hope? No one can splash water, for why splash away joy? (celebration of Tet)

Misss Scott shows the class photographs of a burned, naked girl running, crying down a dirt road of people climbing, screaming. desperate to get on the last helicopter out of Saigon of skeletal refugees, crammed aboard a sinking fishing boat, reaching up to the heavens for help of mounds of combat boots abandoned by soldiers of the loosing side. She's telling the class Where I'm from. She should have shown something about papayas and Tet. No one would believe me but at times I would choose wartime in Saigon over peacetime in Alabama.

It was over 50 years ago that I had the privilege of being the Class Advisor to the class of 1969 at what was then called Henry Abbott Regional Vocational Technical School. It was another era and a time when we as a nation stood tall. It was the year when Buzz Aldrin, Neil Armstrong and Michael Collins lifted off from Cape Kennedy, for the first manned landing on the Moon. “One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.” It was a time when we felt proud to be Americans! Fifty years ago the 4 Beatles got together in a recording studio for the last time, where they cut “Abbey Road.” In 1969 alone they published 13 songs including “Yellow Submarine.” John Lennon claimed that the best song he ever did was “Come Together” and that was in 1969. Although it wasn’t possible for me to attend the class reunion I did however connect with them by telephone and a speaker system. I had the opportunity to wish them well and share some thoughts with my former students who are now looking forward to their senior years that I always thought of as “The Youth of Old Age.” Having just celebrated my 85th birthday, 69 years old does seem quite youthful in comparison. Earlier in the week Dave Coelho, the class Vice President read to me the list of graduates that are no longer with us. I was stunned by the number, but at the time the United States was at war, regardless of what it was called. In 1968, the year before the class graduated, our country had a peak of 549,000 of our young people serving in Viet Nam. During the year of the Tet Offensive alone, 543 were killed and 2547 were wounded, and that is what the class of 1969 faced upon their graduation! It was a war in which 57,939 of our young people were killed or went missing! It was nice to talk to the class president LaBarbera and I enjoyed the feeling of guilt when one former student told me that he still has a problem with addition. To this I gladly accepted the blame but reminded him that this would not be of much help, if he had to face the IRS when his taxes didn’t compute. Look for part 2, the conclusion

Nobody talks about it. It’s not that kind of war.” “What kind of war is it, then?” said Guet Imm. She looked like she wanted to hit Tet Sang. “A secret war? I’ve never heard of such a thing!” “Yes,” said Tet Sang. “Open death, open atrocity, open persecution. But a silent war. It’s safer to be silent in these times.

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