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Some 225 miles to the south, the Delta presents a vivid contrast. Driving down Highway 4, which links Saigon with its rice bowl, buses and military convoys vie irritably for space on the narrow asphalt road, amidst foul-smelling cyclones of black exhaust. There is a dull thud or two of mortar and a burst of machine-gun fire in palm trees half a mile to the south. Women stooping in the paddyfields don't even bother to look up. "Just a couple of guerrillas," sighs the driver...
...raucous voice on the radio blares out, "Gonna' have some fun tonight, gonna' have some fun tonight..." Three meticulously-dressed students walk into the House a bit sluggishly. Two of them slink over to the one empty table, next to the Coke machine, and sit down with a weary thud. The other, wearing purpletinted glasses and a long crimson scarf, goes up to the counter and, yawning, tells Frank what he wants. He then joins his buddies at the table, which is too low for their long frames. They have to extend their legs out onto the floor...
...bombing shakes the walls each day as the fighting comes closer. Even seasoned veterans glance nervously at each other on occasion, because it is increasingly difficult to distinguish between the thud of American bombs and the thump of incoming insurgent shells. Someone is always claiming that the airport is being shelled...
...compound at Tan Son Nhut, located in Saigon. He orders as many as 80 air strikes a day in Tay Ninh and Binh Long provinces north of Saigon near the Cambodian border, where the Communists are believed to have heavy equipment. Throughout South Viet Nam, Thieu's artillery thud away with out letup. "The South Vietnamese are unloading ship after ship of 105-mm. and 155-mm. artillery shells," says an ICCS member in Danang. "And God knows they need it. They shoot off that much on Sundays alone...
...masterminded in the conference rooms of conglomerates and waged in the trenches where producers, promoters, distributors, program directors and disk jockeys all snap and claw at the big sound-dollar. The battle rages continually around one crucial question: Is it a hit (ding!) or a miss (thud)? Since only one record in 25 gets a serious shot at survival, the odds are long; simply to break even, a single must sell 25,000 copies, an album 85,000. But then it takes only a couple of hits to compensate for dozens of dogs. This is the era of the almighty...