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...arduous years, President Johnson has sought in vain to end the war in Viet Nam, and-with little more success-to convince the world that this is indeed his aim. Abruptly, and to his own surprise, the President last month got an assist from the adversary. By a vituperative rejection of the latest U.S. peace proposal, North Viet Nam's Ho Chi Minh displayed unmistakably his own hawk's plumage. Last week U.N. Secretary-General U Thant, long a stringent critic of U.S. policy in Viet Nam, was also rudely rebuffed...
Then, "You Can't Live Crooked (and Think Straight)": "If you want to save your nation Before it's too late, Let's stop our crooked living, and--think straight!" And "Freedom Isn't Free": "From Vietnam to Alamein, Our fighting men will have died in vain, If we just go on with our comfort and ease, Doing exactly as we dang well please!" It was stirring. And then, after all the songs, Will Storey, a Negro and one of the troupe's leaders spoke. He was followed by national program director John Sayre accompanied by catcalls and hisses...
Firepower v. Footwork. The President's new platoon also includes a military star: Lieut. General Bruce Palmer, 53, who was appointed last week as commander of Field Force II-a composite outfit of infantry, artillery and armored divisions that recently attempted, in vain, to wipe out the Viet Cong base headquarters near Cambodia. Palmer-who commanded the 23,000-man force in the Dominican Republic-replaces Lieut. General Jonathan Seaman. Having already proved his diplomatic deftness, Palmer will now have to adapt to a type of warfare where firepower counts less than footwork...
...friends I left across the sea," and concludes with a five-page list of the names and dates of death of the 143 Special Forces soldiers who were killed in Vietnam between April 1961 and last November. "Tell them about us, Sadler, don't let us die in vain," they say in one of his songs...
...whip our mistresses or have our hounds taunt them, we think it is we who enjoy this. Not so. It is the wily women (and I have no doubts that Miss Trepan is such a one) who with every shriek twist we men around their little fingers. What vain creatures! How silly we men! How silly women! How silly...