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Midnight in the big bad city. Down by the docks the mood was as warm and moist and treacherous as Ava Gardner's parted lips, and the moonless sky was swarming with metaphors. I was prowling those mean streets, not looking for trouble. It knew where to find...
Nick was my old midnight caper friend, with whom I used to spend the lonely hours between midnight and eight in the morning during summers in Daytona Beach, playing golf in the moonless nights by flashlight, seeing how many times we could go around a traffic circle without getting dizzy, riding on the top of the hood of my car down the beach with no driver (steering with our feet through the open sunroof, and a book on the accelerator pedal) or driving through the Tomoka swamp roads to watch the phosphorescence on the drooping Spanish moss. I was very...
...nearly 4 a.m. on a cold, moonless night, when people across much of Mexico were jolted from sleep by the first tremors of an earthquake. In Mexico City, where a quake in 1957 had killed more than 50 people, hundreds poured into the streets in abject terror. When the earth stopped moving, 120 agonizing seconds after the initial jolt, Mexico had experienced the longest earthquake in its recorded history...
...minutes later, after Schulte had drifted back to his bunker, the base exploded. Hundreds of mortar shells arced down out of the moonless sky with uncanny accuracy. Hunkered down in their bunkers, the G.I.s never even saw the 50 or so North Vietnamese sappers who slipped through the perimeter wire, wearing nothing but shorts, black grease and strings of rocket-propelled grenades (RPGs). One group wiped out the 155-mm. howitzers, another tossed tear gas grenades and satchel charges into the TOC, killing or wounding virtually everyone inside. Methodically, the others went from bunker to bunker, blowing them with satchel...
Twelve hours later, after an hour and a half bus ride in the middle of a moonless night to our cane-cutting camp and a little sleep, we sit in the open-ended recreation hall, really just a long thatched roof on stilts, for an orientation rap from Javier, the director of the camp...