No Front Line: Searching for Home in a War Zone

November 15, 1979 - Cambodia, Southern Zone: I’ve managed to escape recapture and have walked across half of the South, trying to find whatever is left of my shattered family. Now, I must turn north. To try to get through to Phnom Penh, and then to my village, Prai Anchaan. I know what lies ahead of me. A wasteland of communes evacuated and stripped of food, market towns deserted four years ago, burned buildings, UXOs, mined roads and little water. But I don’t know who lies ahead of me in this tormented landscape. If I run into Vietnamese minesweeping crews, will they leave me alone? If I run into the Vietnamese army, what will they do to me? There are still rogue cadres around, travelling in packs; if they find me, will they take me hostage against capture by the Vietnamese? But there’s a fourth scenario. If I run into my own army, and they figure out I’m a deserter, they’ll shoot me. Four enemies. And any one of them could be anywhere. Because, since the Vietnamese invasion, the whole country is a war zone. There’s no front line. A true story of survival. For behind-the-scenes photos and information about the authors’ other books, please visit www.SinghaBooks.com.