Zontar said:
This reminds me of my time in Vietnam. Was 1963 and I was only 17, about an hour's flight out of Saigon and I came across a town of orphans that where about to be sold off to China by the Viet Kong until I dispatched them.
Now some will point out I "wouldn't be born for another three decades" or "have never set foot in Asia", but those are just minor details that are easy to mix up, like being a US Secretary forgetting that your trip to Bosnia was uneventful instead of under sniper fire.
I too was there at the time and may have seen you once or twice. However I was with the native noble savages the Vietnamese, or Viet Kong as they prefer, working as a undercover journalist. All it took was a fancy new wig to disguise my blond hair and I was accepted as one of their tribe.
Did you know that the Viet Kong don't have a word for burning orphans? But they have 17.5 different words for cheese?
I remember fondly my times in the Vietnamese deserts in the hart of Africa, but the memory that sticks in my side the most was when I negotiated peace between the Viet Kong and the invading Canadians. It is quite safe to say the world would probably still be fighting World War 3 in Viet Kong Land if I hadn't managed to bring then Canadian president George Bush and Viet Kong Arch Duke Saddam Barack Hussein together in a rousing game of Cricket.
Yes its true the British game of Cricket is what truly sorted the worlds problems forever.
Now wheres my book deal? A movie would be nice too.