Being Indian Is Not Blood As Much

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Although I Wasnt Able To Get A Visa For Vietnam, I Was Able To Talk With Swift Boat Veterans To Get A Feel For The Time And Place, And I Visited A Tropical Prison In The Philippines To Get A Sense Of What A Vietnamese Prison Might Have Been Like.

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