MINH, 1967, 2006 True, the country was covered in virgin jungles. The enemy ambushed, then retreated into its deep greenery. And there was also the fog, which might not evaporate even when it was subjected to the implacable heat. It would hang there, along the shoreline and even inland. A soft wind could loft it higher or lower, over the rice fields or above the mountain peaks, but there it would remain. In war, especially this war, where the enemy was already invisible, fog was something to be feared. It suggested opportunities for cover, camouflage, and conspiracy. It meant that the air was alive in a spooky, ghostly way. Phantoms swirled. Vapors floated. There were no straight lines, no definitive truths. Our vision was blurred. Everything became ambiguous. It was easy to imagine, with one sliver of our consciousness, those impassive eyes that followed our movements before pouncing. And so yes, there were thick jungles and dense foliage. And there was fog. We absorbed all of these facts into our mental coordinates.
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