More than four decades ago, as a young lieutenant in the œbrown-water Navy, my crew and I journeyed down the Mekong River on an American gunboat. Even with the war all around us, in quiet moments we couldnt help but be struck by the beauty and the power of the river ” the water buffalo, the seafood we traded for with local fishermen, the mangrove on the sides of the river and inlets.
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