Proof The Bible Is True

How did a guy like me wind up in what was then known as Saigon, Vietnam, in 1966?

Looking out my dirty hotel window one evening I still wasn’t sure. There was a war being fought in the jungles north of us. But that wasn’t what brought me here. I was here for the paycheck. I was hired by an American firm contracted by the U.S. Navy for construction work. My skills as an engineer were in demand.

Right away I knew I did not like Saigon. It was hot, dirty and confusing. We engineers lived in a fleabag hotel called the Mondial. Mainly, I kept to myself and stayed inside the hotel. The more experienced guys warned us not to wander off alone, especially after dark. There were horror stories of American businessmen or contractors like ourselves disappearing down alleyways and never being heard from again. The streets certainly didn’t look welcoming with their unfamiliar shops, signs I couldn’t read and soldiers walking around with guns.

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