I was still dabbling in oil painting. I painted this sitting in my parked jeep. Hoalon was a favorite haunt. They did serve a mighty cold Singhai beer. One afternoon we went in to find a PAVN (North Vietnamese) soldier in for "R&R" (we think). We bought him a beer. He thanked us in gesture - drank the brew and left. What a strange war! And yes, that one tree looked like that. Copyright Thomas E. Lee 1968, 1999-2004
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