Blood Trails and Mist

Travelling from the hospital, a nurse was decapitated. A wire had been strung over the dusty road that led to town. The bandits robbed her mangled torso and took her motorbike. This was Northern Thailand In the 1970’s. Bandit country. If we had found them, we would have shot them and buried them in a ditch, but we did not. Blood drifted like hill mist in those parts. We also appreciate that the devils rode a Suzuki just like us, a pretty girl sitting behind them singing sweet songs.