Escape From Saigon
I was working in the US Embassy in Saigon towards the end of the war. I wish I could say that I was doing something glamorous, or exciting, like a CIA operative or a military attaché, but I was just another pencil pusher. I had actually put in for this assignment, wanting to do my part to “save the world from the Red Menace,” but it didn’t take too long for disillusionment to set in. The South Vietnamese didn’t really like us and had no interest in American-style democracy. We were just...