“As I sit here by my little fire, forty-three years later, my mind harkens to that innocent event. I wonder what happened to my friend behind the concertina wire, and hope that he’s at home with his family. For some reason I feel like the college boy who crammed all week for a test, then flunked it. Why had I flown so many missions trying to kill this man?”

– Forrest Fenn,
speaking of a North Vietnamese P.O.W.