Sleep is at a premium here in the jungle, but should you finally doze off there is no escape from the war in your dreams.

If it weren't for the war, I'm sure I would thoroughly enjoy Saigon. There's a reason people call it the Pearl of the Orient.

The helicopters come and go every twenty minutes, bringing dead and wounded to Pleiku. Able-bodied men go to Dak To to finish clean-up operations.

Medics give us Dexedrine for night operations. I don't see any need for them, any action gets the adrenaline going like nothing else.