Which excerpt from Dispatches is an example of paradox? And at night it was beautiful. Even the incoming was beautiful at night, beautiful and deeply dreadful.
One hit anywhere in the chopper would bring you back, bitten lips, white knuckles and all, and then you knew wher
you were.
At night you could lie out on some sandbags and watch the C-47's mounted with Vulcans doing their work.
At night in Khe Sanh, waiting there, thinking about all of them (40,000, some said), thinking that they might really try
could keep you up.