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...Long '68, editor of Thoi-Bao Ga, the Vietnam Resource Center's newsletter for Vietnamese students in the United States, warned war protesters not to see electronic warfare as the entire issue at stake...
...recent past, the French, Bao Dai, Diem, each in different ways, attempted to perpetuate centralized authority, and in every case they weakened it. To strengthen political authority, it is instead necessary to decentralize it, to extend the scope of the political system and to incorporate more effectively into it the large number of groups which have become politically organized and politically conscious in recent years. Such a system might be labeled federal, confederal, pluralistic, decentralized--but, whatever the label, it would reflect the varied sources of political power. In the recognition of and acceptance of that diversity lies the hope...
Even as Thieu spoke, 45 American helicopters were flapping into Laos for what he called a "new-type operation": a quick raid by ARVN Hac Bao (Black Panther) commandos about five miles across the border into the Communist depot known as Base Area 611. During their 24 hours on the ground, the Panthers killed just one North Vietnamese and found little in the way of enemy supplies. Their main mission seemed to be to let Hanoi know that its Laotian supply lines would never again be safe and to support Thieu's claim that Lam Son was "still going...
...started slowly back down the road. Then, 300 yards away, the soldiers appeared again, this time out on the road itself, signaling that I stop. I pulled off the road. They came, guns at the ready. Two Vietnamese. My hands went up, and I whispered the word for journalist: "Bao-chi." Then "Hoa-binh," the Vietnamese words for peace. Then louder: "Bao-chi, bao-chi, bao-chi." One of the soldiers looked at me confusedly. With his rifle, he motioned me out of the car. I got out, hands raised, and spoke again: "Hoa-binh, hoa-binh, hoa-binh...
Within moments, my captors and I were trotting into the jungle. We came to a small command post, and once again I blurted out: "Bao-chi, hoa-binh." They were Viets, all 15 of them, and they understood. Now they began talking, asking me the question I feared most: "My? My? My?" (American? American? American?) I feigned ignorance, and we moved off again, deeper into the trees. The soldiers guided me into a bunker. So this is how it ends, I thought. In some rotten little hole, where no one will find...