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...sampan, together with eleven Viet Cong companions and a heavy load of ammunition, when the sampan was attacked by a squadron of U.S. and South Vietnamese amphibious armored carriers. Nguyen Van Be fought off the attackers for 30 minutes with his rifle and was taken prisoner, "covered with mud and blood," only when his ammunition was gone and his companions were all dead. Pretending cooperation with his captors, he then managed to pick up a 20-lb. Claymore mine. Raising it over his head, he valiantly shouted, "Long live the National Liberation Front!" and dashed it against the armored carrier...
There is yet another Cassius, hardly more stable but decidedly more appealing. In Rome, when a Soviet reporter jeered that Clay's new fame would not buy him a seat in any Louisville restaurant, Cassius retorted: "At least I ain't fighting alligators and living in a mud hut!" He had a crush on Olympic Sprinter Wilma Rudolph, who didn't respond. In his strait-laced fashion, he married a cocktail waitress and tried to get her to adopt Muslim ways, but it didn't take; he charged in his divorce suit last year that...
...they were reading the daily yoghurt-production report on Radio Bucharest. Yet in the film's final scene, the question is put again with inquisitorial ferocity. Reunited with his wife at last, the hero finds her a middle-aged ruin, with skin like cracked mud and a rapist's baby in her arms. In her eyes he sees the wreck that horror and hardship have made of him. At that instant, a newsman arrives to take a picture of them. "Everybody smile!" the photographer hollers with a snarling cheeriness that the horrified hero sees as a caricature...
...Caused by bacteria of the Pseudomonas family, which grow easily in the moist soil of Southeast Asia, melioidosis develops after invasion of the system through open wounds, the mouth or the nose. One helicopter crew chief came down with it apparently as a result of inhaling some of the mud kicked up by his whirling blades...
Olly, Winter, an American advisor to a South Vietnamese unit, is a tired man who has been through the Second World War and Korea; he is sick of war, the mud, the jungle, and the killing. Flashbacks paint his past in quick, terse strokes. When he watches the jungle rush beneath his helicopter, be thinks back to a train ride he took with his mother and sister, the countryside slipping by the window; when he stabs a Viet Cong guerrilla (who turns out to be a woman), he remembers being called a sissy in the school playground; when he buries...