Page 505 - Thorn In The Heart
P. 505

Chinh Nguyên

            toward South of Lao, or around Quang-Tri, Dong-Ha and Khe-Sanh
            provinces. I can count about 15 to 20 sorties of them, and sometimes
            I had felt the ground shaking after I saw them about 10 minutes.

                If you see the results of a B-52 raid on the ground of Dong-Ha,
            Quang-Tri  and  Khe-Sanh  provinces,  or  Ho-Chi-Minh  trail,  you  will
            think  of  the  beehive.  Yes,  the  B-52  dropped  the  bombs  onto  the
            ground, where Viet-Cong had to concentrate their force, or transport
            their  military  supplies  from  North  to  South  Vietnam  for  their
            invasion. While the bombs were howling in the air of dreadful and
            had continued to explode on the ground like the stroke of lighting,
            the  ground  had  shake  and  flame  as  the  story  of  doomsday  in  the
            bible.  You  couldn't  have  more  any  figure  or  image  which  had
            devastated and annihilate with whole force than that.


                We knew that after Viet-Cong had lost on Tet Offense. They had
            reinforced their troops in the tri-border of Lao, Cambodia and South
            Vietnam. Those were Ashau Tchepone, Aluoi in South of Lao. They
            transport their military supply on Ho-Chi-Minh trail, which was along
            with Truong-Son mountain to continue concentrated their troops on
            Dong-Ha,  Quang-Tri,  Khe-Sanh  provinces,  where  were  the  South
            Vietnam front line. Also, they would like to cut the RT 14 National
            high way too apart, since they threatened cities along with the RT 14
            National high way and closed tri-border such as Dak-Seanad, Dak-To,
            Ben-Het,  PSB  Charlie,  Kontum,  Pleiku,  Duc-Co  and  Ban-Me-Thuot
            city.

                Nguyen,  Ban-Me-Thuot  city,  was  our  home...!  It  was  as  a
            beautiful  and  innocent  Montagnard  girl.  She  was  growing  like  a
            wildflower in the forest, her hair like the springs and rivers, which
            were winding on the foothill and played with the green. Her strong
            as the tree which raises into the air, and free. Her voice was whisper
            such  as  the  sound  of  breeze  and  babble  of  streams  under  the
            Grayling waterfall. The warm early sunrise and the sunset were her
            love glance sights. The ground color was her graceful, dark skin, and
            the ravine Lam-Tuyen was her sleeping in the dream of her lover...
            Nguyen, I loved and remembered Ban-Me-Thuot such as my lover...!
                                            505
   500   501   502   503   504   505   506   507   508   509   510