Chapter 160, The Việt Nam Chapter of the Veterans For Peace
On September 11, 2006, the fifth anniversary of the World Trade Center attacks, I parked my car in a lot on the outskirts of Tucson, Arizona, threw a computer bag over my shoulder, and approached the east gate of the Aerospace Maintenance and Regeneration Center—the 3000 acre desert sprawl of surplus military aircraft and parts known in Southern Arizona as the Boneyard. A woman in uniform waved me over, checked my identification, and told me to wait. Five minutes later, I found myself riding shotgun in a government van while Terry—my civilian guide—steered us deeper into the compound. As we bounced through dust and washboards, fields of helicopters—black and half-hidden in uncut grass—blurred past on both sides.
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