Disillusioned (eBook)

The 'Nam'...From Both Sides

John W. Conroy (Autor)

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2023 | 1. Auflage
230 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
978-1-6678-8196-6 (ISBN)

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It's Edward Winslow's first trip to the North... Hanoi...where he reconnects with an old friend from the waning days of a long ago war. His memories are of the past, in the days leading up to the Fall of Da Nang to the Communist North in March of 1975. The cast of characters include the few American advisors left over from an earlier time...the women they're involved with or seek to be involved with...ARVN soldiers and generals...civilian aid workers. Along the Ho Chi Minh Trail and the A Shau Valley, fighters from the North, the 'bo dai' struggle to survive and conquer. In Saigon a soldier from Australia connects with these American stragglers from Da Nang, who are preparing for their final exodus. There is the American Ambassador, the president of World Airways, the station chief of the CIA. This scene is well beyond the sex, drugs and rock and roll war of the Sixties. It's a story of disillusionment and failure...but also hope for a future.

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CHAPTER 1:
The Return

Earlier today, I flew into Hanoi on an Air France from Paris. As the plane begins its approach, I look out the window on a sea of green, the Viet Nam I knew from years past, and I begin thinking of those days. The later ones, near the end of that dirty war. At that time my best friend was Jake Barns, a Major who flew Helicopter Support for the ARVN troops that I was attached to as an advisor. It was my third tour in Viet Nam, and I was a bit long in the tooth for that game. My first tours were over by mid-1966 and I returned to Port Kent on Lake Champlain in northern New York State where my forbears were from, and where I’d spent summers as a youth. After eventually opting for more education and finishing law school I set up practice in the small village of Keeseville, a short distance inland from the hamlet of Port Kent.

However, the Viet Nam gig was a war without end and memories of that time stayed forefront in my mind. I wasn’t able to concentrate on local law….so much trivial nonsense it seemed to me at that time.

So, I went back. Same old rank of Captain and since most of the American GIs had long left the country, I found myself living and working with the ARVN Marine Division, functioning as their US advisor and Air Liaison Officer with what little US air support was available. We operated in a good part of I Corps with headquarters in Da Nang.

Major Jake Barns was very often the pilot who landed his Huey with supplies and reinforcements. At the same time, in most cases he was the sole medivac available to ferry the wounded back to triage. Jake was also my cousin….a few times removed. His family lived a short distance down the lake from Port Kent at Chimney Point in Vermont. Years ago, and for the better part of a century his people built clocks, and they were famous for it. Jake however chose another line of work. After attending Norwich on a ROTC scholarship, he ended up in army aviation and was well on his way to being a lifer.

The one mystery of that time was my captor, a Sgt. Chanh. For a short time as Da Nang was falling, he had me. I’d passed on the World Airways 727, the last flight from Da Nang to Saigon and consequently ended up a prisoner of the NVA under the supervision of Sgt. Chanh who commanded a platoon of infantry. I guess what saved me was my ability to speak Vietnamese at which I was not particularly good, but it proved to be adequate. After all, it more than likely saved my life for in those last hours of the war life was cheap, and it was getting cheaper by the minute. I grew to like Sgt Chanh and we talked endlessly, long into the night. We were both in the same boat…tired like hell of war. It was time for all of us to go home.

At any rate, all the old memories were now on hold. I left my room at the Metropole Hotel, supposedly the best in Hanoi, and was on my way to the US Embassy to visit another old friend from those days gone by in Da Nang. Wales Signor had been a foreign service officer at the Da Nang consulate when I knew him during that time. He is now the Ambassador from the US to Viet Nam, and I am greatly looking forward to a meeting with him. We had several years to catch up on. We’d not seen each other since just before Da Nang fell on that fateful Easter Sunday in 1975. After walking around Hoan Kiem Lake, all the time keeping my eye open for the sacred giant turtle of legend, I grabbed a cab for the short ride to the newly opened US Embassy on Lang Ha St. I am eventually granted entry and directed to a waiting room where in due time the ambassador shows up.

“Well, I’ll be damned, if it isn’t Captain Edward Winslow, the last white man out of Da Nang, and that was after it fell. Ed, how the hell are you?” said Ambassador Signor.

“Well from the looks of your digs here I’m not keeping up with you, but I’m ok. Still at it. Who the hell ever could have thought we’d meet up here in Hanoi? Pretty weird…but maybe it’s fate.”

“Whatever it is Ed it is, but it’s great to see you again. Look, I’m going to be tied up here for the better part of the day. How about meeting up at the Metropole bar for happy hour 5:30 or so. I should be good to go for the evening.:

“Good enough Wales. I’ll be there. I’m staying there actually. Think I’ll spend the day wandering around town. Everything here is all new to me….and very unexpected.”

“You’ll want to go to the Ho Chi Minh mausoleum and there’s also a great war museum you’d probably like. Perhaps. We’re not shown to be the heroes up here… if you get my drift. See you at the Metropole, Ed.”

I did stop in at the mausoleum and the museum but was impressed by neither. I have seen it all and read too much to give a damn anymore. I’m up here for one reason. To see if I can find Hoa, my late wife Lien’s sister.

It’s been a couple of years now and I still miss Lien terribly. She was my soul mate many months before Da Nang fell and remained so throughout the years. We had been living in Australia for all our life together after leaving Viet Nam in 1975. We ran a restaurant, and we ran a farm, and it worked until the cancer showed its face. So… after wandering the world since her death I end up here, not exactly where it all began, but close enough. Even one old friend in the same town. Who knows if I can even find the sister Hoa or what would happen if I did, but this search gives me a mission, and that’s good enough for now.

One thing about bars in Viet Nam, there are always beautiful girls working behind and in front of the bar, so one never lacks for conversation with a knockout beauty…and that’s a good thing.

“What your name GI. My name Mai.”

I looked up from my gin and tonic and said to myself ‘what the hell’.

“Just kidding with you mister, but you do look like an old soldier to me. You can see that I’m much too young to have known a real one, from America that is. You are an American, aren’t you?”

“Certainly, but you threw me off with the old GI lingo. For a moment I thought I was back in time. How do you happen to speak such correct English, Mai?”

“School. What do you think? I’m an English major and a graduate of Da Nang University. I work full time up here for the American company Morrison-Knudson. In fact, I run their office.”

“Good for you, but how do you happen to be working this bar, if I may ask?”

“It be my night job.” Then she laughed a beautiful laugh. “Just kidding Mister…what is your name?”

“It be Edward.” Then we both laughed like hell, and I was beginning to like this place, and that’s how the conversation continued until Wales showed up.

“I see you’ve met the beautiful Mai” he said as he mounted the stool beside me. We continue along these lines before getting down to basics and catching up on our lives over the last twenty some odd years. It turns out that Wales has been working steady with the Foreign Service. He’d worked his way up to the ambassador level earlier with a posting in El Salvador but picked this plum position here when the embargo ended, and full diplomatic relations were restored. His earlier experience at the consulate in Da Nang had been great background as well as his command of the language. He was riding higher than myself, but I for one did not care about that kind of thing any longer.

Wales continued with “it’s tricky here though. Both sides are learning how to deal with each other. Let’s face it, we have a horrific past with the Vietnamese to contend with and the tendency for us has been to just ignore it. I might add they find that hard to accept but are doing their best. Pragmatism is among their great traits. I mean, hell, they need our business and their entre into the world economy is greatly facilitated by cooperating with us.”

In my own way I was overly familiar with everything he was talking about and was more interested in the personal side of our past over the last number of years. He mentioned that he was married to a woman from an old Virginia family by the name of Westmoreland.

“Don’t tell me you married one of his fucking cousins,” I burst out with. “You had such an eye for the local girls back in Da Nang that I figured you’d end up with one. There’re a lot of lookers from Viet Nam living in the Washington area.”

“You’re right about that Ed but things worked out otherwise. I met Cornelia at a Department function and that was that. And she is his distant cousin, but I couldn’t hold that against her. After all, she was a wild one in bed. We have one daughter who is a freshman at Vassar so I’m here alone for now. Corn wanted to stay in the States till Lou Anne is settled in. Meanwhile, I do keep an eye out here…Mai for instance. Let’s face it, Corn and I were married later than most and at the moment she’s an old white woman. Still quite nice looking, very pleasant, but still…an old white woman. And Mai is a young, beautiful, brilliant… girl let’s say. Who can resist?”

I’m thinking there’s no end to it. There was a book by an old state department hand from the fifties and early sixties who lived in Saigon during that time. It was his opinion that the main reason that we were staying in Vietnam was the women. If they weren’t what they were we’d have left years ago…because of the heat if nothing else. There wasn’t really a legitimate point for being here. This time it seems like we’re back at the beginning, and in many ways we are.

My intention is to catch Wales up with my life in Australia with Lien. He had flown with her to Saigon on one of the last planes from the...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 30.1.2023
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• ISBN-10: 1-6678-8196-5 / 1667881965
• ISBN-13: 978-1-6678-8196-6 / 9781667881966