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Al Calavicci wasn't exactly sure that the date was right, but what difference did it make after three years of blood, anquish, and cages?
He had been a prisoner in Vietnam for long enough to know that when the VC offered an extra handful of rice, it was usually a special occasion. The torture had stopped for a week, and he had managed to save up enough food to give his buddies an extra bit of a meal.
Maybe that's all they needed to make their New Years truly happier. The again, for war prisoners, happiness only comes with liberation.
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