Oops, missed it: I learn from the radio that yesterday was the 70th Anniversary of the sinking of the gunboat
I’ve known two people in my life who are tied in my mind to the
In the 60s, when I met him, Weldon was also an officer in the Marine Reserve. In 1966, with the Vietnam War heating up, Weldon did something almost unexampled: he quit his job to volunteer for active service. He left with a flourish: his final editorial was a personal farewell headlined “A Matter of Belief: It’s Past Time to Say to Hell With Ho” (link).
But there is no need to feel compassion for Weldon as he slogs through the paddies with an M-1: he seems to have spent his duty time as a public affairs officer in
Years later, one winter night in
Um, no. But someone had told me that she had been in
“Yes, I remember the night. We were dancing on the embassy roof. We wondered if it meant war.”