dai nam van hien books, saigon 1974
the ordeal of an american militiaman
by the phong
TRANSLATED BY DAM XUAN CAN
Real life experience had taught me that woman bring turmoil and even bloodshed to any piece. Bearing this unpalatable truth in mind, I swore not to be trapped in any sort of romance since the very first minute I arrived here. The greater caution the better, I said to myself,
The first woman I had to be careful with Miss Song. A former student of Trung Vuong High School and holder of the Baccalaureate certificate, and the first tutor sister in this dusty camp, she was a white-complexion girl with dreamy eyes.
Old man Thinh, former editor of the School journal gave me this useful advice,
" Listen to me, young borther, I want to be of some help to you, I want to tell you about myself first as you are a new comer here. I came from Thanh hoa province, former political commisser of Regime 97 of PAVN * and a relative of Captain Le. I never asked him to do me anything. I am also a third rank instructor like you. I think you can trust me. I hope you will watch your steps when dealing with the following persons. I will tell you about them. Miss Song is the niece of Captain Le and myself. She has been engaged, so, have your hands off her, will you. Beware of Tối Tóc Xoăn, he is a close associate of three captains. Don' t try to be like the three section chiefs too. Remmeber that if they make a fault, they will be pardoned. But if you do, you will be sacked, just like me. You must also show respect Mrs Sang, the widow of the hero who has made the supreme sacrifice for this camp. She is a real benefactor to many people. You can approach her when you want to borrow some money. As far as other things are concerned, I hope you will try to find out yourself ."
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* People' s Army of Vietnam (the North Vietnmaese Army). (TR)
I ate heartily as I listened to him, because he meal was free. He had invited me to his place to have some meal with him.
I only nodded to show my appreciation of his advice. I was very reserved, as my purpose in coming here was to hear and observe rather than to give my personal opinions. I came here not to dodge draft (as many of my friends did), neither to serve the 'Revolution', but simply because I could get as much 7000 piasters a month. I foresaw that after only a couple of months, I would save enough money to have the first book printed. How I proposed to study all the personalities here, one by one.
Military speaking, the camp was pretty well-guarded. Every night the ordely officer had to go on tour to on tour to inspect different watching towers, waken the sleepy sentries and to warn male and female trainees against promiscuous behaviour. He should mention all incidents in the records book to be forwarded to the Boss the following morning. Nothing could be hidden from him.
One day I came back to the camp by plane, with the bunch of the School Journal copies which had been printed in Saigon. Dog tired and still upset by the aggressive behaviour of the Cessna pilots, I was close to madness when I found my name on the roster. At 10 PM
I gave orderly the permission to go to his room to sleep so that he could replace me at 4 AM. He would ake up at 8 AM so that I could sign the report. I was also a bit worried about the location of the coming exercise. I would have to go too because only guard company leaders and their men were exempted.
I felt San, Duong and Chung should have known the location. They disclosed to me that the place was not very far and it took about three hours to go by boat there. I put it out of my mind, as the clues given by my friends were just not enough. Feeling very tired, I envied the section chief of Mr Hoa. I know that any of these chaps have left the whole business to the orderly corporal when he was on duty as orderly officer. But I was only a new face, I had to be more careful. Every hour I went about two kilometers around the camp to see if everything was allright. When I came to gate 3, I had to waken the guardman, saying,
" Get up, man. Suppose the Viet Cong sneak in now you' ll surely get killed and ny head will roll too."
He pleaded,
" Forgive me this time. Please don' t put this on the records book. My wife and myself will be very grateful to you."
I agreed and he promised not to fall into sleep again. I chose to forget the whole thing. Otherwise the guard company leader would report this to Captain Van, and the Captain could recommend the Australian Advisor to sack him.
As I was going, the gate 3 guard called me, saying,
" Thank very much. Now, may I suggest to you a device to keep yourself awake; you go in the direction of the Mess and you' ll hear the trainees confide to reach other. It would be very interesting."
I could notices wry smile on his face in the dim light of the flashlight in my hand. I then haeded towards the Mess as it was my duty. The Boss would reprimand me if another reported to him about my failure to tell him what happened in the darkness of the Mess. After I sneaked in the hall through a half closed door, I found the darkness inside was complete. As I proceededto focus the flaslight on a corner I found a naked couple sleeping on a makeshift bed. I rubbed my eyes, disbelieving what I saw was real. Alas, the pregnant woman was the widow of the hero who had sacrified his life only a short time before, and the man was one of the first four men who founded the training camp in the firstdays of its existence. Now that one has died, we are only three. In those days we were instructors, guides and cooks and lavatory cleaners. Now we have the services of twenty instructors nad they cannot look after one hundred trainees properly. Why is that?
I know who that man was. He was the close friend of the late hero. I intended to ignore the whole thing, but I did not want to get in trouble. I then got out and raised my voice to them,
" Would you come back to yours rooms to sleep, at the request of the orderly officer."
Upon these words I saw the widow wrapping herself in the blanket and running out of the entrance first. I felt so dizzy I could not see anything after that. My heart melted for the deceased hero. His beloved woman just could not resist the temptation and his best mate was a wolf. The longer the war dragged on, the more depersonalized people would be. And none of us could expect to escape the fate of this unfortunate hero.
After a while I returned to the orderly room which was Captai Le' s office room. Sitting on the confortable rocking chair, I lookest outside. The aeroplanes had not come to sleep at, still engaged in the search of targets. I was bitterly aware I was one of the nameless persons caught in this war, like the May files swarming around the burning lamp. And my thoughts wandered through many subjects. After the first issue, new series of the School journal Politrical Action was released, I was criticised for using a 'peace' poem as matter of fact the poem was written by an ARVN officer and the peace he longed for was a genuine one. But the Boss was still very much ill-at-case because he feared the Americans might misinterpret his anti-communist stand. I dozed off till the order corporal came to replace me. He said,
" You can come back to the room. The exercise will take place tomorrow in Long Son at the food of the mountain Núi Nua, the rest and recuperate center of the NLF soldiers at the time of the battle of Binh Gia, around 1964."
I nodded and came back to my room. Really. many had to got up to prepare the equipment for the exercise. I was not in much of a hurry because I belonged to the second party which would depart in the next day at 10 AM. I thought of the incident at night. Probably the friend of the late hero seduced the widow because he anticipated the fate which could be fall him any time at all. I saw him packing in his room. He siad to me,
" I know you have a lot of money in gambling. You can have one thousand piaster, Ok?"
He handed the sum to me, patting my shoulder many times to show his feeling. The 'disguised' bribe settled everything. Now we owed each other nothing. Such my life, don' t you think?
Saint or villain, each of us finish his role on the stage of life.
On the Saigon-Vung Tau highway, holidaymakers see on their right hand side a fiber melon-shaped mountain before they go past Phuoc Tuy province. That is Nui Nua, a stronghold of the Viet Cong. In the tradition of the School, all trainees have to complete a week-long excercise in this area prior to graduation.
A party of guardsmen were despatched there to set up men listening posts around Long Son, the actual site of the excercise. Although Long Son is only five kilometers from Cat Lo in a straight line, it takes three hours to reach there by speedboat. (because of the winding waterway). Instructor Hoa also came with guardsmen, he was in charge of the 'open arms' persuasion. He had a rousing voice. His words to the newly recruited trainees in the opening ceremony impressed us. They were as follows,
"When you wear the black dress , you are no longer individuals; You have become an important part of the people, wholly dedicated to the service of the community..."
And so on ...
Each instructor wore fatigues and combat boots and carried a carbine with 60 bullets, a semi-automatic Browning pistol 15 and a dagger. Instructors were attached to various groups such as the Battalion Headquarters or the Medcap unit. (consisting of female trainees cadres and tutors sisters.)
As we approached the small river leading to Long Son, a guardman eyed Miss Song nad said to me softly,
"Do you know her? She was the sweetheart of Captain Xuân the time NgocTây assumed the role of a reservist. Ngoc Tây was supposed to act a shield for thew sake of the
Captain' s prestige. But after a violent brawl, Ngoc Tây asked for nothing less then to be the real lover, and he got it."
I knew the story was true. In the last staff meeting, Captain Xuân tried to force a motion of no-confidence in Ngọc Tây while the Boss was in mission in Saigon. He threatened to quit if Ngoc Tây was still employed. On his return, the Boss tried to reconcile them, but he was not very successful. Then in the issue Number 2 of the School Journal Political Action, we published an address by Captain Xuân in which he discreetly urged the fornation of a political party. The American Advisor blamed Captain Le, who in turn put the blame on us in a closed meeting. And that was why we had to destroy and then reprint part of 5000 copies, just out of press. Only a couple of days after, Captain Xuân was posted to Truong Son Training Center of Major Nay Lo in Pleiku * at the request of the Advisor.
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* Truong Son Training Center produced the pacification workers who would work among the Montagnards, the tribesmen of Central Vietnam. (TR)
As Long Son came in sight, the guardsman suddenly asked me,
" I was very, very impressed by the Boss" lectures. One day, when on duty near the lecture room, I overheard part of his lecture on the message of the Dragon King and the Lady of the Fairies and his expounding of the five oaths of the Political Action cadres. Would you mind telling me about these, please !."
I replied,
" The directives set by the Boss to us in the family of Political Action are to serve the fatherland, to resist the Communists and their henchmen and other enemies of the nation,and to help the poor and the disabled. That is all I remember about it. The message of the Dragon King and the Lady of the Fairies is one of reconciliation and union. To carry out their duties the cadres have to be happy after the people and to be sad before they are. And they should concern with personal advancement. As sons and daughters of the Dragon King and the Lady of the Fairies we all bound to make progress,; the Fairy is associated with Beauty and Goodness, and the Dragon is the symbol of might and iinvincibility. We should never accept humiliation and defeat . Otherwise, we don' t deserve to live. Let us not forget. that we are the sons and daughters of the Dragon and the Lady and the Fairies Do you agree?"
The guardsman was obviously pleased with my explanation. He did not know I spoke like a parrot. I only looked forward to the pay day at the end of the month when I could settle outstanding accounts with the printers.
The guardsman watched the Polaroid camera in my hands closely, then said,
" Could you give me a shot?"
Shaking my head I whispered to him that the camera was only for official use at the order of the Boss: I was charged with photographing the villagers and then handing out the prints to the people, as an act of goodwill. But I would photograph him when nobody notice of us. We then went ashore. We moved to the Giong Rieng Hamlet. Walking by my side the guards-man seemed to show his gratitude for my interest in him. He said,
" I will tell you many interesting stories. (he now considered me as his mate), I tell you what, I think the Americans like the Boss very much. Many delegations have come to the School. The top head of the Political Action Program, a certain Doóc Thăng * was particularly impressed by the policy set out by the Boss.
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* Barry Zorthian, Director of the United States Information Service renamed later Joint US Affairs Office. (TR)
I nodded , thinking of the anti-espionage ace USIS * Director Barry Zorthian. Ace or not, his sneaky ways made me laugh, ones accompanied by Four Baer, another American official, he came to assess the progress of the three camps Ridge, Seminary and Cat Lo. To conceal their real objective, they brought with them lots of American and Vietnamese books to be presented to the School Library. Among other visitors were the American Ambassa- dor to Vietnam, the Minister of the Interior, the Minister for Open Arms Tran van An, Caodaist Lieutenant General Thanh, Caodaist Major General Le van Tât, Lieutenant Colonel Hai, Special Assistant to the Prime Minister Bui Diêm, and Lieutenant General Nguyen van Thiêu ... and foreign correspondents. Air Vice-Marshall Nguyen cao Ky and Lieutenant Colonel Liêu also came to Cat Lo. My guess was that the School would be assigned a bigger task or a new one after, studying the generous coverage by such influential magazines as Time and Newsveek.
Once, the Boss said to political instructors who were fraft dodgers,
" I will try to nullity the draft charge. But all of you must devote yourself to the work in hand with greater dedication."
He completely won over Duong, San and Chung. Any time these men wanted to go to Saigon for a change, they were flown in the military airfield in Tan son Nhat Airport in a Cessna or Porter.( it took only 25 mkinutes). And American cars would pick them up there to bring to the heart of the Capital; Even if they were temporally held by the police or MP, a cell phone from a high place like the American Embassy would make them free again.
(Courtesy photo : Newvietart.com)
All told, there were companies taking part in this excercise. Two were deployed in Long Son, one was camped at Giong Rieng, five kilometers from Long Son. A great number of youths in draft age run away when the PA men arrived. Mr Hoa had to calm them down, shouting at the louspkeaker that the PA camee to help the villagers only, not to draft any. Unfortunately, he was not successful. The village is not big. There are about two hundred houses and a beautiful Nha Lang.* One hundred meters from Nha Lang was a popular forces post. The Viet Cong often attacked the post at night, if the defenders could hold on till the next morning, they would be all right. I also learned that a new village chief had been elected. Captain Le asked a Southern born, soft spoken instructor to buy some golden votive paper and incense sticks to make offerings to the Nha Lang. I had been around the country and I was very glad to know Long Son was a typically Vietnamese village. The Nha Lang was a modern looking two-storeyed building with a beaitiful balustrade. Around it there are a couple of smaller houses testefully furnished with old and rare objects. I also found a lot of phoenix-and-dragon shaped dwarf trees. I wanted to meet the old man who looked after the Nha Lang.
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* Litterally, the House of the Village. It is used as a temple dedicated to the genuis of the village, and a meeting hall for the villagres on special occasions like Têt. It is very similar to the Đình in the North. (TR)
He was about fifty years of age and had a chignon of hair --a typical Vietnamese in the olden days. I had no difficulty in getting to the people, because of the Polaroid Camera. To the best of my knowledgem the Battalion of PA men had ten such cameras, quite enough to win the interest of the villagers, especially younger one. (if properly used, of course.)
A small kid names Binh took a fancy to me. He was 12 of age and in the last form in the village elementary school. It was he who introduced me to the old man looking after Nha Lang,
" You are welcome" said Mr Muoi. But I wonder how long it is to be able to meet you again, so that you can show me the prints?"
Binh then tried to explain the sort of 'instant' photography be had just known to the old man,
" His camera is real magic. It takes only five minutes to get the print. The PA men are fantastic, don' t you think?"
Impressed by the kid' s words, Mr Muoi agreed to change to his best dress to pose for me. When he got the print, he was very happy. He said to me,
" Thank you very much. Is there anything in this village you want to write about? I would be given some help to you."
It took the occasion to tell him how happy I was to visit a village so rich in tradition and heritage and I confessed my absolute thrill about the Nha Lang, the most essential component in any truly Vietnamese community' s life.
Smiling, he said,
" This Nha Lang was erected a long, long time ago. We all keep it to the hearts. In the Resistance period, a French officer stood on the balustrade to urinate. He fell down and was killed instanstly. The Genuis of the village punished him for his insolence."
For me I thought the vandal officer was killed due to his heavy weight, as the wodden balustrade might be near breaking point before the accident.
After leaving Mr Muoi I came to the Nha Lang to rest. It was midday. Lying on the cool floor lind with decorative tiles in the breeze coming from the nearby river I was very relaxed. Everything around me was so quiet that I had the feeling I were living in paceful times. After a while, Binh came to lie down by my side, talking about the Viet Cong. Pointing to a huge rock up at the top of the hill, he said that a little further beyond was Viet Cong territory, but there was little fighting though, as they only rested and recuperated there.
The sight of the near vertical treeless hill with huge rock on top stopped me dead because Long Son village actually lied astride the hill foot. I thought Captain Van, the man in charge of organising our defensive position was not aware of this dangerous situation. The Head-quarters of Captain Le and Captain Dowell, the Australian adviser set up near the Nha Lang would be smashed if the tricky Viet Cong could cause the huge rock to roll downhill.
But my guess was that the Viet Cong would leave us alone. If they did, the Nha Lang would be damaged and the villagers would not nor forgive them. So the Nha Lang served as a shield for us against the Viet Cong.
However, when night came, I went to stay with the guardsmen in Giong Rieng. My friend Canh (whom I caught sleeping when he was on duty the other night) invited me to eart
duck' hard-boiled half-hatched eggs and drink beer. Sitting in the poor shop where the muff lamp light so dim we could not see each other clearly, Canh and myself talked about many things ay lengh. He concluded,
" Before I was in the army. After I deserted, I came here. Having taken part in many operations and excercises around here, I know this place as the palm of my hand. Don' t worry too much about safety. I will take care of you. Now I want to tell you a story I will never forget in my career as an American militiaman. As you know, my wife was born in the South, so she was absolutely mad about Vọng Cổ *. Alas, I could not buy her a transistor radio. My salary is a little more than four thousand piasters, barely enough for a family of four. And a good transistor radio cost no less than five or six thousand piasters. At night I set out to search flare parachutes dropped by airplanes. I was lucky to get two or three parachutes in such a night which I could sell at the price of two hundred piasters each. I spenmt it on smoke and drinks. In the last exercise I had a golden opportunity. You know, I was informed in advance that the Viet Cong village chief of Dat Set used to carry a Japa-nese Sony two-band transistor radio cpmlete with shinning black leather case in front of his breast. On the other shoulder he carried a AK 50 rifle. I and my mates had tracked him for one week and we were tired out. I also worried that if he was shot dead, we could seize the rifle; as far as the radio concerned, I could not be damn sure about it. So I told my mates not to shoot to kill, but try to catch him alive. One afternoon we spotted him sitting on the lip of a well, listening to the radio, smoking leisurely. The well was dug next to the flank of a hill with the elephant grass growing thick all around. We were only three meters from him and the damned bastard was still not aware of us. I winked to my mates, reminding them of my advice. I felt sure of success this time. The raid had been minutely prepared. Besides us, two other marksmen would take care of the track from the well to the village of Dat Set, the better I looked at the transistor radio, the happier I was. I felt on top of the world, thinking of my wife' s joy. Oh boy, she should hear the radio all Saturday evenings. Do you know what happened. As I shouted, " Stay where you are or I shoot to kill" the bastard jumped into the well.
" I then jumped after him, but found nothing : he had disappeared. So I told my mates to keep away from the well so that throw a grenade. We waited for a while and his corpse did not come up. He had managed to slip away in a secret tunnel. I still blame myself for not shooting him at first sight."
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* Literally, to think of the past with admiration. Here it is the name of a song tune. (TR)
I looked at my friend more closely, and show that he was still very frustated about it. He eyed my radio, saying,
" His radio is the same of yours."
" After having such experiences, do you believe in fate Canh? Had the bastard had not a radio, the bastard would have been killed for good now", I said sadly.
Suddenly the H.T. rung up. Was there any news from the HQ? We eyed each other with misgivings. A few shots were heard from the direction of Long Son. We got up immedia-
tely, paid the shopkeeper and came back to the assembly area. We advised the others top get ready to fight as the guerillas had opened fire sporadically.
The cadres looked very nervous, especially the girls. Short San moved around, exhorting the cadres to stand firm, drinking whisky. Hoa was still shouting at the megaphone to call upon the guerillas to rally with the nationalist cause and the youths of Long Son to return home. The guerillas fired a few shots in answer.
So, it was chear we would not have a free hand this time, as the Viet Cong felt they must do something to counter the good activities of PA cadres? In previous 'Return to the Village' opeartions, females cadres handed out to the villagers all sorts of gifts such as soap, toot brushes, toothpaste tubes, candies and cakes. All items were wrapped in flag paper. The kids were given T- shirts with the flag knitted on them, and exercise books with the flag printed in the front cover.
Trainees nurse set up a medical room and they distribute medecine to the people. Male cadres built houses for the poorer and gave finiancial help to the needy. There was and old man aged 70 living alone in his dilapidated hut in Giong Rieng. The cadres repaired the hut for him and gave him clothing, sheets and blankets. Before they moved to another house, a cadre painted on the hut two capitals letters T.H. *.
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* T.H. is the abbreviations of Thắng (Victory), Thương( Comapssion) and Thành (Earnestness). (TR)
The local guerillas reacted by spreading the rumour that the PA men worked for the Ameri-
can Green Berets, that their purpose in coming here was to check the population and report the draft age youths to the Regionnal Force, and last but not least, that the American distri-buted gifts were harmful health.
Unfortunately, before the PA men came, the Regional Force soldiers did search for draft dodgers. Captain Le had to see the 2Lt post chief to find ways to reconcils cursactivities with theirs. A few draft dodgers began returning to their homes.
When on excercise the instructors and trainees alike do a good job and they get along with each other pretty well. Once back in the camp, I found the male trainees and male instruc-tors were no longer on good terms with each other : the female trainees were standing on good terms with each other : the female trainees were standing betwen them. A number of lecherous instructors eroded the confidence of the male trainees in the instructors.
PA trainees from Chuong Thien province said to me,
" You know I trusted the instructors in ths first weeks; In the second, I already noticed they were a bit kinkly; In the third week, they seemed to be interested in the girls only; After the third week I lost my last sorap of confidence in their words. You know Duong, Ba, Thinh ... they are all dirty old man. I have caught Ba sleeping with Miss X, a female cadre. I resen-
ted his action but I did not report ro the Headquarters personnel. Because I was sure no action would be taken against Ba ..."
Ba was the younger borother of a friend of mine. He was very good at winning the trust of his botters, including the Boss, the Deputy Boss and even the Third Boss, Captain Van. He was the trusted photographer whenever there were visitors, American and Vietnamese. One hot afternoon, he offered to go a long way to buy roasted quids and 33 beer for Captain Van.
Duong was a trusted man of the Headquarters, but a very bad instructor. because of his immaturity. And his behaviour to the girls was deporable. Long after the graduation, a female cadre attached to the PA team in Tay Ninh provimce still came to see him from time to time, and Duong never failed to bring her to Vung Tau to have a good time. He had no trouble failed the gate guards as he signed the pass himself.
As instructor practised the Tam Cùng * policy with a female trainee the singer of the camp. As a result, she became pregnant, The Boss had to summon him to his office and pleaded,
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* Literally, three togethers .( eat together, sleep together and work together)
" You have to save yourself, the good name of the School and myself. We all will suffer badly if this happen again. You have to do the wedding at the earliest possible. If you don' t have money. each of us will contribute 200 piasters for a function in Cyrnos."
I found the idea of 'marriage' very entertaining. He already slept with her many times.
That night we could not sleep at all because of the enemy' s sporadic fire. The trainees from Chuong Thien provimce dug in next to my foxhole predicted,
" I don' t think the Viet Cong will launch an attack tonight. They will harass us like this for a couple of nights. When we all feel tired out, they will have a go."
I nodded un agreement.
The next morning the Boss returned to Long Son. The preceding afternoon he had to give a briefing to two important visitors, General Nguyen van Thiêu and Mr Bui Diêm, with the help of Chung, the Prefect of Studies. He spent a little while in the H.Q. then came to Giong Rieng, accompanied by two instructors, Cu and Kha Lun.* Formely Kha Lun was a drinking mate of mine in Café La Pagode. Those days he was a law student. Seeing San was not very pleased by the presence of two new chaps, I knew they would be terrible rivals of San.
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* Short Kha.
As for me I felt I had nothing to gain or to lose in this sort of rivalry. A very cunning chap, and a crawler, San always in the open to seek to gain favors and promotion. He used to complain with us that he had been barred to more responsible position partly because of his poor appearence. Apart from that, he talked eloquently and was very good at manoeu-
vring. For example, he often said the wife of the Boss could well become another Madame Nhu. Naturally she felt flattered as she was a nursing sister. I imagined that on rainy nights, she would tell the Boss, San was very capable. San could capitalise on this extra dose of loving confidence on the part of the Boss.
Let me be fair. The wife of Boss had a charming personality, but I could bot think of her as the would be First Lady of my damned country. I felt myself uncapable of San' s brand of flattering, though I never questioned its efectiveness.
Now I was quite pleased with myself for having many good pictures of the trainees in action to use in the forthcoming issue of the School journal. Only after three days, Long Son had a new face already. The waterways had been properly cleared. The village children wearing T- shirts with the national flag printed on roamed the roadsjoyfully. In teh school, they were taugh to sing the national anthem and the PA theme song. The dingy houses had been improved markedly. A few roads in Long Son and Giong Rieng had been renamed as Hung Vuong Road, Biet Chinh Rd * ... The bulk population here still eyed the PA men with some suspicion. Furthermore, they still counted the Government forces ability to protect them from the Viet Cong. An old man talked to me frankly about what he felt. The Viet Cong were very popular untill they forced the villagers to give them money and rice. Now the villagers had allegiance in the Government, but they were reluctant to cooperate with the Government openly for fear of the Viet Cong. I found the situation could be rectified, if afforts to protect could be implemented more effectively.
A kid named Binh came from Long Son to Giong Rieng to meet me. He informed me of a Viet Cong arms cache in Nui Nua and offered to lead me there. His trust in the PA through myself was so complete he even wished to come to Cat Lo to join us after this. Or he would go to school in Phuoc Tuy province to escape the reprisal of the Viet Cong. I asked him about the time the Viet Cong hided the weapons. He could not be specific, but said that it was a long time ago. I then told him it was unlikely that the arms cache was still there. If the try failed, Binh would not be able to join us nor to come back to the village.
I thanked him for his trust in me and his allegiance in the nationalist cause, I also said that the best thing for him to do now was to stay with his parents and study well, because of his small age. On the day I was packing for the return to the camp, Binh came to see me and wept. I promised that in some more years, when he was more mature, I would be very happy to see him in Saigon to advise him about what to do to serve the nationalist cause. He nodded and was quite happy again.
I returned to the camp in a spaceboat. At 5 PM the same day I was flown to Saigon to have the issue Number Two of the School journal printed. Among other passengers were the Boss, a new instructor named Ly and tutor sister Song.
As the Cessna flew over Long Son I cast a glance downward. I saw the red roof of the Nha Lang. I also saw a big smoke rising from the end of Long Son. I knew the trainees were cooking dinner. I was almost five thirty according to my watch. I wondered the guerillas would harass my friends at night. Sitting on the soft chair I felt so happy because I would be in Saigon, the city of lights, very soon. Think that only last night I had to sleep to the muddy foxhole and a few hours ago, I was, still struggling in the camp.
And tonight I sat down in Café Brodard. I slipped black coffee in a cosy room, hearing the dancing music from the Tu Do Night Club not far away. And the smartest Saigonese paraded under my eyes. I had a nice smoke and think of my mates spending the threatening night.
At the same time, the guerillas would begin their usual probes in this their efforts to win the land and the people to their side. My God, this process had been going on for ever twenty long years.
(to be continued)
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