WESTERN OUTSKIRTS OF SAIGON
“WHAT IS THIS?” Nguyen Sinh Tuan said, raising his Leica M3 camera and focusing on Nguyen Duc Cui as he sat on the ground, massaging the leather of the brown oxford shoes that he had carried in his pack since the day he had made the blood-bound promise to his dying friend.
“I thought you had no film,” Cui said, smiling as Tuan released the shutter.
“I had no more film for photographs of darkness,” the photographer said. “They wanted pictures of that battle, and all that my lens could see was blackness and streaks of light. I had no film for that. However, I do have this roll of film to photograph today, Liberation Day!”
“It has not yet ended,” Cui said. “We still have ARVN entrenched here at Hoc Mon.”
“In a few hours,” Tuan said and snapped another photograph, “their President Minh will…
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