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Years ago, backpacking in Cambodia I read a battered old copy of the Killing Fields (the book version of the film).

When I finished it I passed it on to a friend, eventually it went all around all our little group.

Later we all admitted  to shedding tears while reading it.  It is the single most moving novel I have ever read. 

From then on in - every beer sunk under Cambodian skies was accompanied with a toast to the book’s hero Dith Pran.

Years later when my parents visited me in Vietnam on their way to Cambodia I made sure that they too had a copy.

I have just read of Dith Pran’s death aged 65 in New York.  Considering his life story, the fact that he reached such an age is incredible in itself.

It’s not often I feel genuinely saddened at the death of someone I never met.  But Dith and his strength and loyalty to his friend Sydney Schanberg really touched me.  He inspired me and I am sure many thousands of others too.

Cheers Dith.