<|begin_of_text|><|begin_of_text|><|begin_of_text|>We are somewhere in the jungle, deep in the heart of the cinematic and moral darkness that the movie industry has made of Vietnam. We are in the land of "Rambo: First Blood II" (citywide). Ominous Jerry<wm> Lewis, in all his grunted, harrumphing glory, stares out into the crowd of the countryside of the communist-loyal population. Like many of the numerous American expat and student volunteers, he is not fighting a fight, and instead he is secretly carrying a small wooden case in his hand – a case filled with... *ahem*...the usual things.

Jerry Lewis, the anti-novelist turned actor and now soldier...? Who knows? He is not sure himself</wm>. All is grimy, the whole country of the town seems to be falling apart. We are