I dug into my archives again for this week’s reflections. I had forgotten about these shots taken from my back seat on the way to or from (I don’t remember which) downtown Saigon back in 1966.
This is probably a trick of perspective, but our driver and the oncoming taxi look like they’re playing the Vietnamese version of chicken. I kind of like the composition of this shot. The neck and the big ear in silhouette belong to my bud Malloy. He was one of my revetment mates and we went into town together a lot.
Here’s another shot taken a bit farther down the road. The stuck windshield wiper looks like our driver’s targeting device.
I’m finally getting to the bottom of the pile. Not many Saigon pics left to share. Wish I had more.