I think tonight I shall drift off to sleep romanticising that I am a war correspendent ensconced in a nice Saigon hotel. I have an endless supply of Scotch and locals are on tap for my choosing. If I get bored with the locals, I am sure there would be soldier or marine who would like to share my company and whisky.
I am clever though, I have good contacts from both sides, or should that be all three sides? After the defeat of Western powers I am so used to the country that I stay on after the end of the war and become a favoured person by the Vietnamese government.
I buy a villa and make lots of money and have no desire to return to Australia and the daily slog of work and materialism.
Is someone muttering Graham Greene yet?
But just a dream. I am an Australian in Australia and I
Off to make the Anzac biscuits now, for tomorrow's family get together.