On the north bank, where our bunkers had been, there was now a brick kiln. The old bridge had been blown up in 1974, and at first I wasn't sure where I was. Sweet potatoes and manioc were drying in the sun. We crossed the bridge over the Tuy Loan River and stopped the car on the other side.
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