Entering villages in an Army vehicle brought a mix of feelings. I became more alert to sights and sounds, looked in detail rather than a casual glance and kept my M-16 in hand with a full clip, a round in the chamber safety off and the selector switch set to full rock and roll. The trees provided momentary cooling with shade and we watched villagers go about their lives. It made them more “human” but fear of ambush made them less human and the shade less inviting so we hurried down the road.