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The sound of the bamboo flute ...

(c) 1995 by, Don Poss, WS LM-01

Da Nang Air Base, 1965: On K-9 patrol with Blackie, south of Da Nang Air Base. The sun had dipped beneath the hills, flaming the sky with its afterglow, and converting bruised clouds to shades of rust and blood red. Man's storm brewed luminous bands of colored flares that soon waltzed an aurora borealis over the western mountains.

K-9 fighting hole

Through the night, distant arty thumped a rhythmic heartbeat in the earth.

Don & Blackie, Da Nang patrol At dawn, rippled clouds of pink fled the molten sunrise as its sunburst fanned upwards from the horizon, tinting, then torching the flat altocumulus clouds a burnt orange to scarlet red.

butterfly.gifCopyright © 1996 Cheryl Boswell Soon, the valley is alive with yellow-wing butterflies, on blossomed fields of dew.

River fishermen Our hilltop provided a spectacular view of two fishermen waist deep in the meandering gentle river below--their village, on the far bank, is a watercolor of tranquility. Grayish smoke comes out from the rooftop of every house, like a magical veil wafting lazily between heaven and earth.

In the distance, parched elephant grass resembled Montana's amber fields of grain sweeping to-and-fro in rippled waves.

Dandelions of hundreds of leaflets C47 Propaganda Leaflets surfed and trashed the tranquil fertile valley like the streets of east L.A. The dawns' aircraft that had scattered the propaganda leaflets was now a speck on the horizon, and yet leaflets still seesawed down from a thousand feet, like maple leafs of New England.

  Animated Butterfly, courtesy of Cheryl Boswell, Pathways.

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