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"In [a] crowded . . . bunker--air so dense with old cigarette smoke as to make even the wall-to-wall operations map swim before their eyes--the commanding officer of the beleaguered garrison, Colonel David Lownds, slouched in his ancient canvas deck chair thickening the smoke with a seemingly eternal cigar. [Khe Sanh, February 1968.]" War Without Heroes, p. 191. |
