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...area that is referred to as Military Region I (see box, page 33). Some of the government's best units - such as the rangers and the First Division - were defending the city against about 35,000 Communist troops. When the attack came early Sunday, a heavy artillery and rocket barrage apparently forced the defenders to flee, allowing the Communists to roll easily over the sprawling city. They captured thousands of Saigon's troops and an enormous amount of U.S.-provided equipment, including warplanes, tanks and artillery. At week's end Lam Dong, a sparsely populated tea-growing...
...underline the threat, a Khmer Rouge 105-mm. rocket last week blasted out windows in the Ministry of Education building where Rowan was conducting an interview. Rowan inspected one jagged shard of shrapnel still hot from the explosion...
...week's end the Cambodian government was reported ready to cut down the trees lining Phnom-Penh's Democracy Boulevard so that the wide roadway can be turned into an emergency landing strip for DC-3s in case the airport is closed down by Khmer Rouge rocket attacks. Such a desperate ploy might extend the war for a few days, or even a week or two, but not for long. This week the city braced itself for the fifth anniversary of the overthrow of Prince Sihanouk, a date the insurgents have previously celebrated with heavy attacks...
...Phnom-Penh. But it needs more recruits. Students, who are so vocal, always telling the government what it's doing wrong, are still exempt from the draft. The government has to be more energetic, more dynamic to get people into the army. It also has to clear the rocket belt. Rockets give the feeling of uncertainty. You don't know when they're going to hit, or where. But it is not rockets that will decide if this side is going to stand...
...porch swing, gathering dandelion blossoms, pressing them, adding rain water and waiting for the bubbles of fermentation. A friend leaves town. An old man dies. Grandma cooks a mighty belly-boggling, legendary dinner. Douglas gets sick and lies loony and limp. He gets well. He and his brother rocket around town, crazy with motion. He hides, quiet, in the dark bed of ferns beside the porch, listening to the drone of grown-up voices; cigar ends glow in the dusk. His new sneakers fade, streak, scuff, and at last lose their amazing power. Pencils and notebooks appear in the dime...