A cold look returned to Thach’s face. “Ah, that was because Comrade Pham has a crucial mission to carry out.”
“I, too, will join the offensive. I cannot loiter in the markets any longer.”
“That mission is in fact to take part in the operation.”
“Sir?”
“It will not be the Fourth Reinforcement Company which will attack the air base. The main force is a regular army commando unit coming down out of the mountains. Our fourth company will be conducting a diversionary operation elsewhere near the air base. Comrade Pham, you will have to guide the commando unit as it infiltrates through Dong Dao to an advantageous spot for the attack. You should know that area better than anybody else, since you, Comrade, are in the air force, are you not?”
“I am to guide them, sir?”
“The route and point of attack will soon be fixed. This is an important mission. We may suffer annihilation.”
“The target?”
“Enemy Phantom jets. While the Paris talks drag on, we must keep up military pressure on the enemy. And now you, a cell member, are angry because you had no explanation from above?”
“Ah ... I was wrong, sir.”
Pham Minh hung his head very low, then suddenly, as if he had just remembered something, he looked up and said, “I know a safe house very close to the air base, sir. We can make it inside the house without anybody noticing and wait there for nightfall.”
“Good idea. What’s its location, roughly?”
“In Son Dinh village.”
“That’s . . .”
“Right. It’s the residence of our teacher, Trinh.”
Nguyen Thach evaded Pham Minh’s glance.
“No, not there.”
“Do you know him, sir?”
“He was the principal of our grammar school in the old days. I was a member of his Buddhist Students Association.”
“But, why not? Don’t you trust him?”
“It’s not that. Many of the senior officers in the NLF also greatly respect him.”
“Then, let’s drop it.”
“Who said anything about dropping it?” Thach shouted. “If you had not brought it up, I might not have remembered. I don’t know “
Thach stopped himself. Then he sat silently with his eyes trained on the newspaper. Minh spoke.
“Correct me, please.”
“What’s wrong with you today, anyway?” Thach asked, his face concealed behind the paper.
“I got rather agitated over a personal matter, sir.”
“What sort of personal matter?”
Minh tried his best to speak in a calm voice. “I ran into a student from school who said the other students are saying that I’m a coward who deserted the NLF. And then she told me that Shoan is getting engaged to somebody else.”
Thach put down the newspaper. His eyes were bloodshot. “It can’t be helped, really. I, too, had a similar experience. Your mention of Shoan made me recall a certain girl I knew when I was in the Buddhist Students Association. Congratulate them from the bottom of your heart, that’ll make you feel better. After that, promise yourself that the children they bear will inherit a proud and free country, and with that, go out and fight bravely. That is what I meant when I said that love and revolution share the same path.”
“I’d better go back to the fish market, sir,” Minh said, heaving a long sigh.
“I appreciate your telling me,” said Thach. “Neither of us seems to have the time for marriage. Go and speak with Mr. Trinh. And also check out the situation in Son Dinh village.”
All day long the clouds had been heavy and low, and that night the rain began to pour down. From the mountains in the distance came the sound of thunder, a sound not at all like that of bombs. When the lightning flashed, it was more beautiful than the light from a flare rocket. The monsoon season had begun. Along the coast, the weather was cooling off and the fog was getting heavier.
In accordance with orders, at 2200 hours Pham Minh went outside to get an emergency communication line ready. As a precaution, he was wearing an air force work uniform. The infiltration route for the commandos had been planned to begin from Phu Hoa, passing from there through the forest between Dong Dao and Ap Dai La, and then they would rendezvous on the hillside just west of Son Dinh. The meeting signal was to be made by striking a wood block: two sets of three beats with an interval in between, followed by many rapid beats in a row. The response would be a single beat followed by a pause followed by many rapid beats.
It was raining hard and in the pitch darkness you could not see your own hand in front of your face. The cold rain seemed to soak through your entire body, making you feel numb. Pham Minh scaled the hill from the village and crawled through the bamboo. Lizards could be heard scurrying about nearby. He stretched his legs out between some bamboo stalks and lay there on the mushy ground. The place reminded him of Atwat, up by the Ho Chi Minh Trail. He thought of the young men who had died namelessly in the jungle, their bones left there to rot.
Ah, and he thought of Shoan, engaged to an elderly merchant. Her parents must have felt greatly relieved. Like his own father, who died of a heart attack in a bathtub in the midst of the struggle against France, would they also lead happy existences disconnected from larger history? No, what Nguyen Thach said had been right, he should congratulate them, and fight so their children can grow up in a better nation. No, that was nonsense. What he ought to have done is tell Shoan his true feelings and persuade her to take the same path he had taken. But that was an ideal only for those with that destiny. Shoan—her name, recalling the jasmine of old Tonkin, was most fitting—had been to Trinh’s house just the day before he came. Hadn’t the doctor’s daughter made a joke of it? “Shoan was here just yesterday, so did you two make a date to come separately?” That was it, Shoan had wanted to go there the day before her engagement.
That night before Minh left for Atwat, that gorgeous night with its beautiful stream of shooting stars one after another, would never come again. When he had gone out to the backyard with a desolate heart, he had found a white ramie handkerchief lying inside the air raid shelter, filling it with the fragrance of canna. From ancient days, the women of Turen have been renowned for loving only one man in their lives. When their beloved set out; on a journey to a distant place, they would make a kerchief from their torn slip and give it to him as a memento.
Pham Minh was suddenly startled. Through the shish of the rain pouring down through the bamboo he heard the sharp, clear sound of a wood block being struck. In the jungle, a bamboo stick and wood block took the place of wireless sets as the main means of communication. Pham Minh became all ears. The signal was repeated. Quickly he sat up and struck his own wood block. Again there was silence. Minh stared into the darkness to try to make out something moving through the bamboo. Then there was a click and something jutted into his back.
As he turned around to look, a man lifted his gun up and growled, “Don’t move. Your name and unit?”
“Pham Minh, assistant agent with Third Company, 434th Special Action Group.”
“Any changes?”
“None.”
“The safe house?”
“Son Dinh, just down there.”
“Well done, Comrade.”
The soldier fumbled to grab Pham Minh’s hand and helped him up. He blew a short whistle, and the commando squad appeared from out of the darkness. There were ten in all. A man appearing to be the leader came forward and shook hands with Pham Minh. They were fully equipped with AK47 rifles, rocket launchers, and light machine guns. Some were bareheaded; others wore peasant hats with round brims. All were clad in black Vietnamese clothing and, instead of raincoats, they wore vinyl capes of various colors over their shoulders, as Pham Minh had in Atwat.
The advance guard and Pham Minh led the way and the others followed noiselessly in
dispersion. Like water, they seeped silently into Trinh’s house. Two of the soldiers remained posted as guards at the front and back doors of the house. The moment they went inside, they heard a match strike and there appeared the white hair and beard of old Trinh. Very calmly, he lit a candle.
Pham Minh bowed to him politely, and said, “Forgive me, Uncle. I should have told you in advance.”
“You did mention that some friends of yours might come by. These are them? Come in, please. It’s been a long time since I’ve had young people in the house.”
Under the light, the commando leader looked to be a middle-aged man. His short hair made him look even more strong-willed and full of confidence.
“Pardon us, sir, for causing you inconvenience. Members of the army of the Democratic Republic of Vietnam, we fight today as a liberation force under the command of the People’s Revolutionary Party in the south. Would it be all right if we stay in your place until we can safely leave to accomplish our mission?”
“Have you eaten yet?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then please sit down and rest yourselves.”
“Thank you, sir.”
The soldiers, following the leader’s gesture, quietly sat down with their backs against the wall. Nobody opened their mouth. The leader sat beside Pham Minh.
“Based on our reconnaissance from the mountaintop, we have made our own rough estimate of the situation. Tell us about the infiltration route.”
“Heading up north from Son Dinh along the rice paddies, you’ll run into a stream. It runs south to the Thu Bon River, but if you go north upstream for about two kilometers you’ll reach Ap Dai La. From there to the perimeter fence around the air base is less than a mile. Of course, there’s some danger of ambush. We’ll have to identify any guards along the path in advance and take them out. Once that’s done, it’ll be no problem.”
When they heard the sound of heavy gunfire and cannons, the soldiers picked up their weapons and headed outside before any order was given. The diversion operations had begun at various points around Da Nang.
They stooped low and fanned out as they made their way across the rice paddies. Thinking to himself that the farmers would forgive them for trampling the rice shoots, Pham Minh hurried to keep up with the point man. At last they reached the stream. Normally, the water level was down around ankle-high, but with the recent heavy rains it had risen to chest level. In case anything went wrong with the operation, they all agreed to jump in the water and float back to this point. Then they crossed and raced up north along the levee on the far side of the stream. The rain was still pouring down. After about an hour, they all reached the hill overlooking the air base from which they would mount the attack.
The advance soldier mounted first to check on any ambush. When he returned and reported the way was clear, they all headed up onto the hill. The air base was brightly lit with searchlights and landing lights. Each of the soldiers took two rocket shells out of his patched vinyl knapsack and these were gathered together. With small field shovels, they hurriedly began to dig a trench in the wet earth. An hour passed as they completed the digging, the trench was shallow and a man of ordinary height standing in the bottom would find the ground level at his stomach, but it was large enough that everyone’s entire body could fit down inside. There were twenty rockets to be launched, but it was very unlikely that enemy artillery would remain quiet that whole time. Their plan was to retreat in the lull after the initial round of the counterattack.
Two rocket launchers were set up at either end of the trench. These launchers were simple, nothing more than a gadget resembling a tube as long as your arm. They could even be fired while the shooter and loader were on the move. The preparations had been completed. The leader gave the order “Fire!” in a quiet voice. With a sound of Ka-wump the first rocket was away, whistling as it went with flames shooting behind. The first was immediately followed by a second. A pillar of flames could be seen rising from the middle of the air base. Then, an emergency siren went off. They continued firing. Within two minutes, enemy artillery was beginning to target them.
“All have been fired, sir!”
“Stay down!”
Shells were hitting all over the hill. It was Pham Minh’s first experience under heavy explosive fire. The shock from the blasts made his face swell up and he thought his skin might burst. He buried his face in the dirt, his mouth gaping open and his hands cupped over his ears to shield them.
As soon as the barrage stopped, the leader shouted, “Retreat, now!”
They leapt and practically rolled down the hill, then jumped into the stream and drifted down on the rapid current. By the time they made it back to the path through the rice fields, helicopters could be heard overhead, but they were not afraid. On such a night, there was no way for the helicopters to locate them as they lay down among the rice plants. If they attempted to fly in low they would respond with light machine guns. Whenever a helicopter fired a flare, they hit the ground, waited it out, and then got up and ran on. Finally they reached the forest near Son Dinh and paused for a rest. Four men were missing. They must have been lost during the bombardment up on the hill. One man, apparently wounded in the leg, was being carried by two comrades. The leader came up to Pham Minh and grabbed him by the shoulders.
“We made it. From here, we’ll head straight to our base. Good-bye. Long live Vietnamese Liberation!”
With the break of the new day, a state of emergency was declared for the entire city of Da Nang and its environs. The questioning at checkpoints became more intense and barricades were set up at every corner in the city. American soldiers were not allowed to leave their bases unless they were armed. The American headquarters belatedly realized that the enemy had commenced its usual rainy season offensive. The attack on the air base had destroyed two Phantom jets and burned up the conex box. The operation had been a major success. Pham Minh purposely went in to his air force unit the next morning and took part in the repair work on the runway. Later, when he returned to the office, Nguyen Thach told him to take a few days off and get some rest at home. Thach was clearing off his desk before heading out to make a detailed report to the district committee.
“How are you?” said a familiar voice.
Thach saw a pair of silver mirrored sunglasses as Toi stepped in through the door. Outside it was still raining. Toi removed his glasses, put them in the case hanging on his belt, and plopped down on the couch across from Thach’s desk. Wearing a look of displeasure, Thach gazed at him.
“What business brought you here?”
“Ah, I was just passing by and stopped in to see how your business is going.”
Thach frowned. “As you can see, my brother is getting so prosperous that I’m washing my hands of my old business,” said Thach, looking around his own office as if it were a strange place. “What can I do for you? I was about to leave.”
Toi glared back at him, squinting his one good eye.
“I’ve come to talk something over with you. Because I can’t make up my mind.”
Nguyen Thach looked over at Toi with a blank expression.
“I’ve come across certain information recently.” Toi continued. “That young man, Major Pham’s younger brother, has he already gone home?”
“Get to the point.”
“All right. I discovered that you and he are the ones in charge of NLF supplies in Da Nang.”
“Is that all? I suppose you’ll want a list of all the merchants dealing with the NLF? I advise you to go out into the market and ask around. Everybody will cooperate with you, I’m sure.”
Toi sneered. “You won’t get away with such a predictable answer. They’re just merchants, but you two are NLF cell members. I know you’re constantly siphoning war supplies intended for the militias. What are you up to at the nuoc mam factory down in the fish market? What do you have inside those urns?”
>
Thach raised his hand to cut Toi off. “That’s enough. What is it you’re after?”
“Fifty thousand dollars. In mainland cash.”
“You don’t expect me to have that kind of money here now? Besides, that work is my brother’s. I had no choice but to help him. He’s been a member of the revolutionary party from way back.”
“Really? Even better. He can easily cough up ten truckloads of cinnamon. And I suppose Major Pham is his partner for these deals?”
“I can have the money ready by this time tomorrow, what do you say?”
Toi snickered. “You think you can fool me with such childish gibberish? Then you could clean up all the evidence overnight. Don’t worry, I know very well. I can’t arrest you yet. Why not write me a promissory note? Then I’ll give you until tomorrow.”
Nguyen Thach stared at him for a long while and then reached to open a drawer in the desk.
“Don’t do anything rash.”
In a flash Toi pulled out his .38 and leveled it at him. Calmly, Thach took out a paper and wrote on it. Then he signed and even sealed the note before handing it over to Toi.
“Will this do?”
Toi scrutinized the note and then stepped backward.
“If you fail to pay, I’ll use this to open an investigation on you. The Vietnamese secret police can make even a stone spill its guts.”
Nguyen Thach remained seated at his desk even after he heard Toi’s Jeep pull away. He lit a cigarette and smoked it all the way down to the filter. Then he picked up the telephone. On the other end was Pham Minh.
“Minh? It’s me, Nguyen Thach. We’ve had a mishap. Yes, rather serious. Keep out of sight today. No time for that. Don’t hang around the fish market, and report back to me by phone later. I’m sure we’ll solve the problem soon. If not, your duty can continue under someone else. Anyway, nothing to be too alarmed about. I’ll contact you soon.”
Suddenly his motions became very swift. He dumped everything out of his desk, and sorted out the papers from the small memos to the receipts. Then he checked the time. It was seven. On a clear day it would have been twilight, but outside it was already dark.
The Shadow of Arms Page 63
