1961 The Jungles of SouthEast Asia
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| Just a walk in the jungle |
Ahh, the good ole days in French Indo-China.
Wading through rice paddies, fording
rivers thick with leeches the size of banana slugs, feet so wet they begin to
peel away the calluses earned in boot camp.
Backpack shoulder straps digging into your shoulders,
canteens banging against your butt, weapons getting heavier the more the rain
come down.
Boots sink into the mud
and make sucking sound as they are wrenched out and into the next spot of mud.
Utilities so wet that sweat stains wash
away. What isn't wet is dripping.
In those days I smoked and kept my cigarettes in a two part
plastic case.
They would still get
damp so packs of matches were useless.
Only the Zippo lighter would work in the rain under a canopy of palm
trees and bamboo.
Would have made
a great commercial...huddled under a poncho, trying to keep the cigarette from
being put out by the rain dripping off of everything, but the Zippo works.
In those days I smoked and kept my cigarettes in a two part
plastic case. They would still get
damp so packs of matches were useless.
Only the Zippo lighter would work in the rain under a canopy of palm
trees and bamboo. Would have made
a great commercial...huddled under a poncho, trying to keep the cigarette from
being put out by the rain dripping off of everything, but the Zippo works.