Transcribed text: Newsweek APRIL 12, 1965 35 CENTS Profile of the Viet Cong LIFE July 2, 1965 35 cents DEEPER INTO THE VIETNAM WAR A marine is evacuated during patrol action against the Vietcong I am the hounded slave, I wince at the bite of dogs, Hell and despair are upon me, crack again and crack the marksman, I clutch the rails of the fence, my gore dribs, thinned with the ooze of my skin. I fall on the weeds and stones, the riders spur their unwilling horses, haul close, taunt my dizzy ears and beat me violently over the head with whip-stocks. Agonies are one of my changes of garments, I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person, my hurts turn livid upon me as I lean on a can and observe. Walt Whitman