The next day when I drove through the villages almost everyone smiled and waved at me. I had gained a lot of face by drinking the Viets under the table. I later learned that the chiefs thought that I couldn't drink because I usually only drank a beer or two each time I had visited in the past. So much for duty and temperance. I probably would have gotten much more information had I gotten drunk more often.
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