Word: jeeps
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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When they reached the floor of the valley, they stopped to eat their breakfast rations. Almost instantly they were under heavy mortar and machine-gun fire. An MP sergeant driving a jeep along the road was hit in the back; his vehicle careened off the road into a bank. Davis and Wright dashed across a green paddy field. When they were safely out of range of the enemy's fire, they looked up at the crag they had just left; it was now occupied by a Communist machine-gun crew...
...lies through an area into which the U.S. Marines have just moved. It's good to see them, beautifully equipped and so obviously well trained. Once again I see refugees on this road. But there's a difference. Our own men, marines, surround them. As the jeep comes toward them I witness something of an advance in American communication with the people of the country. A marine is passing a mine detector over the clothing and packs of the refugees. Any metal-a rifle barrel, a pistol, a clip of ammunition, maybe the parts of a radio-will...
...deceptively peaceful. Water buffaloes patiently drag plows through the flooded rice fields; wiry little peasant women in circular straw hats, chocolate-colored jackets and black trousers pitpat swiftly along the roads in bare feet, carrying produce to market in baskets balanced on poles over their shoulders. As my jeep left the road and followed the twisting, hedged lane that led to Bai Trang, war -or preparations for war-sprang to view. A rough stone wall protected the village. It bore the crudely painted inscription: "Da dao bon pha dinh pha dinh chua ro nha" (Down with the men who make...
...mine detector, the helicopters, the boy on the roadside-here, after a fashion, was communication between the American West and the people of South Korea. And, so thinking, I reflected as the jeep bumped into Pusan that the machine age and the machine man of the West can be pretty wonderful. But machines still can't talk to people, not as we must learn-and learn very soon-to talk to the people of Asia...
Rifles held in readiness, the anti-Communist youth of Bai Trang stood with their backs to the village, scanning the fields for marauders. The black-gowned notables clasped hands between their knees and bowed from the hips. As my jeep rattled off, Nguyen Van Tin shouted...