A RITE OF PASSAGE IN SAIGON
Published in The Connecticut Review in 1991.
In the old days, back before the American war broke out in Vietnam, there was a small American community in the heart of old Saigon. The year was 1960, and I was seventeen years old. The kids all attended a correspondence school set up in some concrete buildings near the airport, where a few wives of the diplomats volunteered to conduct school, which meant overseeing the opening of our school packets and keeping us quiet while we filled out the multiple answer sheets during tests. A small library had been set up in a rusty corrugated iron shed; a gallery ran along the side leading to classrooms, and behind was a dusty playground.
We got there by taxi and cyclo, a kind of motorized rickshaw, and when school let out by two, we headed back to our villas and apartments. ……
Paul Christensen was a Saigon Kid and fellow CLOD during the late 1950’s to early 1960’s era of ACS. This is one of Paul’s many excellent compositions.
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