From the Book: Bodies of smelly people and animals floated by as I hid in the river. I pushed them away so they wouldn't knock me off my tree root. One night I jumped into a bunker no one was in. I was afraid people would pile onto me again so I crawled out and laid flat on the ground. I heard gunfire and hoped bullets wouldn't hit me and soldiers wouldn't see me. Click, click, click. Cold metal pressed against my head. I turned to see a girl, maybe a little younger than I was, kneeling next to me. We stared at each other a few moments. She wore a black uniform and checkered black and white shawl called khan ran. Viet Cong!