The Vietnam War V-001
A Vietnamese man who helped the U.S. Army with munitions intelligence after the war said.
The number of female prisoners of war accounts for 67.8 percent of the women who were used by the U.S. Army in the Asian Theater as prostitutes in the occupied territories.
In the village of Hinh, next to the Ho Chi Minh corridor, one of the surviving victims recalled the tragic scene: the American devils forced ten relatives to hold them at knifepoint, and immediately stripped the ten girls naked in public, and they were dragged to the ground to be raped and defiled by the Vietnamese laborers who had just arrived from the village of Moumou.
These laborers, and I can’t say they are not humane or helping the Americans to trash their sisters, they would be shot if they didn’t, and besides, they are men who haven’t seen a woman in nearly three years.
The ten men rushed up like wolves and raped the woman in front of the Americans and their relatives. In any case, it was better to be broken by one of their own than by an American ghost.
However, the Americans to the ten men to the women, children, old and weak crowd, people immediately rushed up, instantly hand grabbing mouth gnawing feet kicking head banging, the ten dazed men to the living torn flesh, rotten meat like paralyzed on the ground stomped out of breath.
The Americans crouched on the high ground watching the farce of the Vietnamese killing each other, and enjoyed stomping with their big leather boots right on the stomachs of the women on the ground.
Dozens of mothers suddenly bright since, madly rushed to them, the Americans with a burst of machine gun fire, fell a large number of later no one dared to move.
The Americans stood in line, in front of their relatives, the ten girls one by one gang rape. Some mothers were angry on the spot seven bleeding, two legs pumped to see the king of hell to go. Elderly elders, rushed up to save a hundred and two array of saber cut blood, head rolled out more than two feet away, the rest of the scared no one dared to move.
In this way, we were forced into sacks, tied up, and thrown onto trucks like pigs, and we don’t know how long we traveled, but eventually we were all thrown off the trucks again.
When they unlocked their pockets, we saw rows of newly built simple boarding houses, with roofs all nailed on with white foreign tin, barbed wire stretched around them, and gun emplacements and machine guns and whatnot.
We had just been dumped out of the sacks, and before we could stand still, we were herded one by one into a large room to listen to a lecture from a South Vietnamese officer.
None of us had the heart to listen to what shit he said, we just knew this life was over.
When it was over, he told us to take off our clothes, all of them, and told us to take a shower, and none of us did. At this point, the officer went to a neighboring village girl and asked her to take off, the girl turned her head to the side, just do not take off. The officer is anxious, but also to kill the chicken to the monkey see. He waved his hand up three special forces, stripped the girl naked, and then hung naked in public.
The officer drew his machete and told everyone to watch. He raised his hand and cut off the girl’s left breast with a single stroke, the girl screamed in pain and a palm-sized patch of blood immediately gushed out from her breast. The officer used the tip of the knife again to pick up the breast on the ground with a fling and threw it into the crowd, scaring everyone into screaming.
The officer asked the girl, “Are you going to take it off?” The girl did not say anything, in fact, the pain was so bad that she could not say anything. The officer swung the knife again, and I watched as her right breast was cut off again, and the girl fainted from the pain.
At that moment, the American soldiers released three wolfdogs, which pounced on the hanging girl. One of the dogs rushed up and bit the girl’s stomach, and her intestines and other internal organs fell out.
The officer growled with bloodshot wolf eyes, “Take it off!”
Who among us women has ever seen such a world? Not to mention women, even men would have to jump to the ground in fear when they saw it. We screamed and shouted, so we had to dilly-dally down to take it off.
After washing our bodies under the guard of American soldiers, we were herded into a large shed.
Ten bedpans were placed in the shed, and we were ordered to lie on them naked, with a dozen Americans in white coats standing on either side. There was no way out, anyone who was afraid of having their breasts chopped off or having them ripped apart by wolf dogs had to lie down on the bed boards with tears in their eyes.
A girl named Junko had her ass half cut off by an officer with a knife just because she dawdled a little, and the pain was so intense that the girl buckled her ass and jumped around in place, and within three minutes she fell head over heels and crashed to her death.
There is also a girl called Fuhua, also reluctantly stood at the edge of the bedpan, not willing to lie down, over the two American ghosts dragged up to the wall, with two stabbing knife from the collarbone through the past, live to nail to the wallboard, the pain of her screaming father and mother, the blood flowed. The women were so scared that they all lay on the bed, none of them dared to disobey.
In the last two months, my granddaughter read me a book about the atrocities committed by the American army against Vietnam, saying that dozens of women united to resist. I said there was nothing like that, and that if you had really experienced it, you would not have believed the nonsense of the people nowadays, and that the women at that time did not know what it meant to be a national personality? They couldn’t even name the children they gave birth to, they didn’t know a single word, how could they have such a high state of mind? It’s called “realm”, isn’t it? This is a new word, and I still can’t say it well.
The Americans in lab coats gave us a lower body check. It was said that if there was any disease, we would be pulled out and buried alive. We all did not have any disease, and we all lined up and walked out.
When the interpreter said that the house was to be divided, the four of us were blown into the simple house in a group.
This room is different from ours, there is no bed, just put up a layer of floor, just sleep on the floor, four people each side, thanks to the head of the people have a small window of hair glass, the strange thing is that there is a line of transparent glass on the upper face, I do not know what for, and later realized that it is to monitor us.
That afternoon, more than six hundred American devils drove in, and instead of being a chaotic mass, as the movies say, they were very disciplined, standing one by one, silently lined up at the door in small groups, without a sound.
We knew that this time it was completely over.
The first thing that came to my mind was that I couldn’t go home, how could I go home? How can I go home? I will lose face with my ancestors and I will not be able to see my folks.
American ghost head I do not know what wow, these American soldiers will be four groups, one by one into the house. Although we are not willing to be collapsed in this way, but also can not resist anything, can only toss a few times, will be pressed to the bottom.
The Americans hadn’t fed us for five days, that is, they wanted us to have no strength to resist. I just resisted a little bit, and this American kicked me in the chest, and it hurt so much that I bent there.
On this day, the Americans raped 82 of our sisters.
That night, the U.S. ghosts issued rice, none of us could eat, all holding their heads and crying, crying both eyes are red and swollen.
The next day, the American devils took away the nine specifics on a stretcher, and they all hanged themselves.
At the same time, the American devils nailed the wrists of the thirty-four women who resisted the most fiercely to the ends of the beds with belts, and ripped the legs apart and nailed them to the lower ends of the beds with belts. Afraid of them biting the Americans, with a hammer to smash all the front incisors mourning, suffered the crime needless to say.
The next day, they didn’t care if you were hungry or not, and drove in more than two hundred American soldiers who had just come down from the battlefield. Their group of soldiers than yesterday’s barbaric, pounced into the house like a dog like kicking you and biting you, but also to your chest on the urine, forcing you to drink, if you do not drink, leather boots will be kicked hard on your head!
How many people can stand to be kicked like that? Only to drink the piss of their beasts after they have been badly kicked.
This group of soldiers tossed around for a whole day, and only withdrew at night; only later did they realize that they were a special unit that had made a great achievement, and that they were given special permission by the top to stay for such a long period of time
On this day, six more of our sisters died, tied to their beds and crushed alive.
As a result, the two sisters, having starved for too long and eaten too much, were again taken by the head of the pseudo-army that night to be ravaged in the middle of the night, and came back without even a sip of water, with their bellies swollen round and dead.
In less than seven days, eight of our sisters died.
Eleven others died even worse.
These eleven women were stronger than the rest of us, and every time they were destroyed, they struggled desperately, but their hands and feet were tied, their teeth were broken, and they were not fed at all. They simply did not eat or drink, but the American devils did not let them go.
On that day, eleven door panels were carried to the playground, and they were all decontaminated with some kind of potion, so that the newly arrived thousand or so American and South Vietnamese soldiers could line up and collapse them. Before they were even halfway through their turn, all eleven sisters were gagging.
We lived for I don’t know how many days, anyway, every day was a reception for the GIs. To be honest, there was some dying at first, but then we got used to it, no more biting and kicking, and we all looked forward to the day when we could get out, see our loved ones, and then quietly find a place where no one else would die, we weren’t really human anymore.
People are resisting the U.S., bleeding and sweating. What are we doing? Lying here to let the American devils satisfy their sexual desires. Shameful. You don’t talk about us, we know it’s shameful. But what can we do?
Later we were transported to Saigon and put into the female prisoner camps of the American devils. We were actually living dead, and gradually we sisters got all kinds of leaking diseases, and one by one we were pulled out and buried alive.
In Viet Nam, investigators looking for news of the women who disappeared at the time and confirming rumors that they had been taken away in tanker trucks and forced to work as prostitutes failed to obtain a single analytical clue, which led to two irresponsible conclusions: one was that the women who had been forcibly taken away in tanker trucks to work as prostitutes were purely fictional.
The second is that all of these women who were forced to work as prostitutes were silenced when the Americans withdrew from Vietnam.
At Cam Ranh Bay, after a few weeks of trying to find a female prisoner from back in the day, the old woman spoke up.
How can I put it, this incident makes me shudder every time I think of it, and it’s what tormented my nerves when I had a nervous breakdown.
You see, I lost all my teeth. They were kicked out when I was arrested on December 16, 1967, when I was 14 years old. At that time, I was only fourteen years old, I was learning opera in a theater troupe, and my family lived next to the Mekong River. I bit the American captain who raped me, and he stepped on my neck and kicked me in the mouth.
When I got up to spit blood into the ground, I realized I had lost a bunch of teeth, Americans can be ruthless.
On the day of the sixteenth, I watched as the North Vietnamese were captured in droves and then let the Americans blast them to the docks as if they were herding animals, and all 500 or so were machine-gunned to death, and there were quite a few city folk here, too.
On the sixteenth, the American soldiers suddenly broke into the door to search from house to house, and did not know what the reason was, but arrested young and strong youths when they saw them, and probably arrested more than two hundred people, all of whom were tied together in bundles of six, and pushed them into three ponds by the side of the village, where the water in the three ponds rose to the shore because of the fullness of the people.
The young women were all rounded up into a compound, and the soldiers panicked, and the American troops took advantage of the situation to rape all the women in this compound, and killed four women who resisted. It was in this compound that I got my teeth kicked out.
The American ghost who raped me, I still remember deeply, the age may be forty years old, long a horse face, height of one meter eight it, he first used the sash to force me into a corner, and then asked me to take off my clothes, I was too scared to take off, he put the tip of the sash to my eye corner of the eye, I saw the other women are in such a situation to undress, I shivered and take off down the road.
He probably thought I was too slow to take it off and yelled something so I didn’t dare move. He dropped the gun, I have long been paralyzed on the ground, my brain is not good. He addressed my pants a few times, saw no address down, then picked up the sash, from the trouser tube upwards to pick open.
I don’t know how he jumped on me, I was stupid, and at some point, as if realizing that I couldn’t let him get this bad, I bit him hard towards the nose when he wasn’t looking.
He jumped up with a wow, his face was a bloody mess, and then I realized his nose was in my mouth.
He covered his face and spun around on the ground a few times, and I was just about to get up when he bounced me down with a kick, and then my eyes went gold, and when I spit blood out, I realized that all my teeth had been eulogized by the beast.
Remember, you guys, if you see a nose-less American, 50 or 60 years old, it’s probably him.
I have to make him pay for it. I’ve suffered this for so many years.
It was at this time that several American soldiers pounced on me at once, dragged me into the house, and took turns raping me; I refused to obey, and they turned the big table over and raped me by tying my hands and feet to the four table legs.
My left ribs, three of them, were broken at that time, and then no one connected them, they all grew out of place, feel it, are there three knobbly bumps?
That day, I passed out. When I woke up, there was no one in the house and the fire was out. I broke the rope and found a piece of unworn clothing that some woman had taken off, put it on carelessly, and went home with tears in my eyes.
When I got home, there was no one left in the house and no one in the neighborhood. I was scared, the streets were full of killed Vietnamese, it had become a ghost town.
I don’t know how to run to the pier, face towel on a group of women, just to say hello, was rushed up from behind the American soldiers with the foot to the queue, only then to see, both sides of the United States are full of gun-toting ghosts, escorting us do not know where to go.
My mouth was all swollen, and I couldn’t speak well. When an older woman saw me like this, she put something in my mouth, and I raised my neck and swallowed it, which I later learned was big tobacco. It really worked, and it didn’t hurt when I went further.
Then we were taken to the train station and put in a tanker, which was for livestock, and the floor was covered with cow and pig shit. They made us clean it up ourselves and finally put some grass on it and closed the door.
When my mouth stopped hurting, I started to curse, and a woman slapped me in the face. I was furious, I had just been gang-raped by the Americans and now I was being beaten by the Vietnamese, what was the point of living like this? I rolled over and fought with her.
They took me aside and persuaded me, “What’s there to fight for when it’s all over. The Americans have suffered the anger of the Americans, what is there to suffer the anger of our compatriots.
I cried when I heard the same thing.
It does not matter if I cry, the whole smothering tank of people are crying, we are raped by the American ghosts of women, we really do not have the face to live, can live so many people to stay together is not easy.
To be honest, the ghosts made us three times shorter than normal. I was like, what’s the point of living, but I can’t die by myself, I have to catch a back. I don’t wait, that is, I want to get a ghost to die to relieve the shame, and then die is not wrong.
Everyone got tired of crying and talking about what it was going to? No one knew.
Along the way, we only saw South Vietnamese pseudo-military who came up to deliver food, and we didn’t see any of them walking around idly.
A woman who has been given a gang rape soon thinks better of it.
As soon as we were locked into the women’s camp, we jogged in a group of American devils who hadn’t seen a woman in a long, long time, and as soon as they saw us, they howled for some unknown reason, probably because they were so happy?
They lined up and took it out on us. I only remember the third American ghosts pressed to my body, I was so tired that I fell asleep, we have been on the train I do not know how long, tired to death not to mention, but also constantly receive the ghosts on the station, get off the train has not yet slept for a while sleep, hooting and pouring in a large number of ghost soldiers.
On that day, three sisters were tortured to death by these American devils and dragged out without even changing into clean clothes.
We have become a donkey and horse mating station here. I am not afraid to laugh at you, really, we don’t even have the heart to die anymore, we are numb to everything, every day is to lie down on the wooden board, until the soldiers outside are gone, then we can call it a day.
I never cursed the American devils either, and don’t be surprised if I cursed the South Vietnamese Army whenever they tortured me.
A soldier raped a mentally ill woman for some reason, and then, thanks to us, he was pardoned and kowtowed to us. Do you think he is a man or a dog? When the devils raped us, he was the one who led them to arrest us.
I scolded him dog can not change to eat shit, he listened to the front of me, stripped me naked, I was motionless to let him pick, this is an animal, I asked him: “You do it? Take me as your sister to do it.”
He gave me a mouthful and called over an American soldier to rape me.
I’ve been looking for an escape in the women’s camp. I couldn’t find it.
Then the North Vietnamese Liberation Army attacked and I ran here while the American soldiers were routing, and found a man who grew sugarcane, and the two of them lived in the big fields. I have never dared to talk about this, and the people in the village would stone me to death if they knew that I had been a prostitute with the army, and I can’t do that now, even though I’m liberated.
I ran out of the female prisoners along the way by the American ghosts killed a lot of people, when I ran out of the valley, look back at only three people, a woman shouted at me: “Let’s go back to the village!” I shook my head, not to go back to that ghost place.
The two of them could have gone back to the village, or they could have died halfway there.
What do you give me for this? An interview fee? Forget it, just don’t say my name; when you really need a witness, you’ll find me again, and then I’ll be able to go out on a limb.
My partner died and now I’m alone, with no son or grandchildren; I don’t deserve to be a mother, much less a grandmother.
You yourself know what kind of virtuous woman you are, don’t create sins for the next generation.
I don’t remember some things, I can’t match up the top and bottom, don’t laugh, I’ll keep this money, I won’t live for a few days, it’s hard to say if I’ll make it through this rainy season.
In total, there were several hundred of our sisters who were escorted out of the village, and by now the dead are dead, and the dying are dead. There are probably not many of us alive. Those who are alive don’t want to talk about this scandal.
The Vietnam War V-002
The gang-rape and torture of female prisoners of war as prostitutes was traced to a wartime document that Major General Thomson read.
U.S. Army 7th Wing Special Operations Battalion John.
At 2:00 a.m. last night, our prisoner camp at the 9th Model Village was suddenly attacked by a rescue attack by the North Vietnamese Army, which used the firepower of a reinforced company to carry out the attack. After resisting to the death, our garrison troops were unable to arrive in time to engage in battle due to lack of strength and ammunition and the obstruction of supporting troops, leaving our officers and men with no choice but to withdraw completely from the camp.
Thirty-two male prisoners of war from this battalion were killed in combat by North Vietnamese artillery, and twenty-three female prisoners of war were secretly transported to a recently constructed brothel deep in the forest.
When the twenty-three female prisoners left the camp less than half an hour later, Major Nick himself directed the shelling of the camp.
In less than twelve minutes, the camp was completely destroyed by fire and explosions.
All of the battalion’s troops fighting against the North Vietnamese died for their country in the heavy bombardment, and Major Nix was thoroughly silenced.
After all the female POWs had been taken to the forest brothel, Major Nix was outside making an angry statement to the war correspondents of various countries: the camp had been bombed yesterday by an artillery battery of the North Vietnamese army for 50 minutes, with a bomb exploding every three seconds.
The North Vietnamese military created this prisoner extermination in an attempt to blame our United States forces, in blatant disregard of the relevant Geneva treaties.
We protest.
In this inhumane shelling by the North Vietnamese Army, thirty-two male and twenty-three female POWs in the POW camp were killed, and we express our deepest condolences. In accordance with the spirit of humanitarianism, we cleaned up some of the skeletons from the POW camp and placed them at the Stone Bridge site, while notifying the North Vietnamese military to come and collect them. Unexpectedly, in the evening of the same day, there was a sudden armed attack of unknown military origin, and the skeletons of the male and female prisoners of war were once again set ablaze by explosives on the battlefield.
We in the U.S. military can only express our love for the North Vietnamese military’s repeated and destructive tactics against prisoners of war.
At the same time, a strongly worded letter of protest reaches the United Nations, and it is here that twenty-three female prisoners of war from Vietnam have their first tunic slashed with a scalpel by Major Nix’s men in the newly built forest-disguised brothel.
The investigators had been working on it for more than three years at the time.
Originally, the respondents were told that we were trying to rehabilitate these women who had been prostitutes with the army. As a result, the results were very poor, and we later realized that we thought we were doing something good for these women, but in fact, they had hidden these facts as if they were syphilis. We, on the other hand, were like syphilis carriers, and wherever we went, we made people shun us.
But the old man in front of me, who is not deaf or blind, only recalled it in a nonchalant, expressionless way when I reiterated again that I would not take his picture, and then proceeded to put the camera in its case.
He was the only eyewitness to the misery of the female prisoners, and this hellish scene has even marked his life.
In fact, I am not happy to talk about it. Somehow, ever since I refused his request, I’ve been dreaming for the past few days about those female soldiers from back then, running towards me with their hair draped over their heads, as if they were angry with me.
I let someone take a divination, he said to accumulate virtue, immediately do something virtuous, but also said that there is a grievous gas diffusion blocking the Zi Wei Xing, and asked me to hurry to help others to redress the grievances, or else, the disaster may fall on the offspring, and I have just one grandson, so, I came.
This matter, my father knows, I have not dared to say: I did this when I was young and confused, to the Americans have worked, then young and uninformed, and now thoroughly know that he is really a traitor.
I can live today, also thanks to a soldier who is now retired, when I carried him out of the dead during the resistance against the U.S., he gave me an amulet with his name engraved on it, so that I can find him if I need anything in the future.
After the American left, I inquired one day that he was coming for an inspection and rushed up with the amulet.
It’s off topic. People get old, they can’t catch the center when they talk. We mean, that forest about the female soldiers.
How do I know this? One day, three American soldiers drove up in a car and burst into my house, asking my father to take his medicine and go with them.
My family’s ancestors were imperial doctors serving the imperial court, and my father was a famous doctor in this area specializing in treating women’s diseases and unspeakable venereal diseases. My father asked when he was leaving, and they said now. My father was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to come back, so he asked me to go with him. The Americans refused to let me go, but my father said that there were medicines that only I could make, so they let me go.
We were taken to the edge of a bridge, and there was no telling what it was for, it was heavily guarded and any passersby were subject to a perimeter check.
When we passed through the layers of posts and guards, we came to the middle of two rows of newly built houses. These two rows of houses were strangely built, unlike the houses we lived in; they were built door to door, with a three-meter wide walkway in the middle, so that you could look at each other, and they had no windows, so they looked like warehouses at first glance. If it were not for some clothes on the neighboring horizontal, you might think you were in a concentration camp or detention center.
The outside of these two rows of houses was tightly blocked by barbed wire, with roving sentries walking back and forth from time to time, and there were also people patrolling back and forth with wolfdogs on leads. It seemed to be a military stronghold, or possibly a warehouse.
We were taken into a big house, and an officer named Nick spoke to my father in standard Vietnamese: “We’ve asked you to come and check some people for STDs, it’s a military secret, and if you divulge it, we’ll have your whole family executed.”
Father asked, “Don’t you have military doctors? Why don’t you call them, my level is limited.”
Nick immediately rolled his eyes : “It’s also a military secret, if you’re told to come and see the doctor, you’ll have to see the doctor, if you cheat us, you’ll understand the downfall.”
When he finished, he shouted something in English to the outside, and two American soldiers came in and told us to go with them.
We followed them into these two rows of windowless rooms. The American soldiers were outside and my father and I went in.
When I went in, I was shocked, there was a naked woman lying on the wooden bed in front of me, it was the first time I had seen a naked woman and she was covered with bruises that she had somehow gotten, I realized later that the men had bitten her, the woman saw us come in and froze, then she burst into tears.
Her father sat down at the head of her bed and felt her pulse, then examined all parts of her body.
She was somehow so tired that she didn’t even have the strength to turn over on her own, so my father and I helped her turn over. Her body was covered with burn marks from something, some places were still inflamed and pus was flowing.
Her father healed her trauma without speaking, sighing long and hard.
The woman suddenly grabbed her father’s hand and begged in a small voice, “Get me killed, I beg you.”
The father said nothing, and after examining them all, he stroked her head and walked out of the room.
While walking toward another house, my father told me, “I may not be able to come back, so you find a chance to run out and take the whole family with you and escape far away.” An American soldier yelled at me to keep us from talking.
I still don’t know why my father took it so seriously.
After we entered the second house, a naked woman with two legs and two hands was split open with a horseshoe palm, fastened to a board, and a round hole was cut in the board under the buttocks, as if it were prepared for urination and defecation, for there was a barrel underneath the hole, facing the round hole.
The woman stared at us like a wolf, so thin that her bones stood out, even her breasts were so collapsed that she couldn’t see them, maybe she was skinny, maybe she was starving, and her belly was sunken in so far that you could see the back of her spine.
The woman’s body was also covered in scars and sores from being bitten, three of her ribs were clearly broken by whoever kicked them, the broken ballast almost stabbing out from under the skin, and she had bitten her own lip to pieces.
I could see in my father’s eyes that she wouldn’t live for days.
Her father barely examined her, just looked at her lower back, frowned, and walked out.
When my father stepped out into the sunlight, he suddenly bent down with a “wow” and vomited.
An American soldier gave him a rifle butt from behind before he stopped vomiting and stepped shakily into the third house.
Now, I knew that I had entered a place, which was a brothel, of course, I would not think that they were forced to be prostitutes with the army, I only felt that these women were so unfortunate, and wondered how they fell into this place since they were from North Vietnam, at the same time, I also wondered how many Vietnamese women were imprisoned in this place.
As the day went on, I learned that the two rows of windowless houses held twenty-three Vietnamese women, who, according to one woman who whispered to me that they were army servicemen who had been captured here after losing the battle, said that if we were able to get out, we would have to tell the North Vietnamese army that their comrades would avenge their deaths.
My father was sweating with exhaustion from the inspection, and I knew that it was more than his heart could bear; it was obvious that the American soldiers had taken the Vietnamese women soldiers to use them as prostitutes, and these women soldiers could not and would not cooperate willingly, and the end could only be a long period of time tied up on the special wooden beds to be ravished and sexually aroused by them.
The father and Major Nick said that it was necessary to stop having sexual intercourse with these women, to immediately and thoroughly disinfect the environment in which these women were living, and at the same time not to brutalize them with violence, to let them get sunlight regularly, to go outside for a change of air, to improve their meals and to try to get the women who were on a disguised hunger strike to eat.
After hearing his father’s words, Major Nick asked, “What will happen if I don’t do what you want?”
Father says they will leak STDs to you and your army, and once that disease spreads through the army, that army is a army of deadbeats headed for the grave.
Major Nick asked again, “They can’t work now?”
Father said, “You can’t do the kind of work you’re referring to, and I’m guessing that STDs may have gotten out.
Major Nick pondered for a moment, shouted behind him, and a door opened.
He asked, “You must tell me truthfully which women are not available.”
The father looked at him and pondered for a moment, perhaps he was trying to preserve the lives of these unfortunate women, and said slowly, “They can all be used, but they must be treated to prevent outbreaks of disease, as the germs have begun to appear.”
Major Nick suddenly waved his hand and gave his father a slap in the face, yelling, “You’re lying, they’re all off limits, you’re coming with me.”
We followed Major Nick to a soldier’s house where six American soldiers were seated. It was logical that they should have stood up and saluted when they saw the Major arrive, but they just sat in place and saluted. Obviously, they were seriously ill soldiers.
My father examined these male soldiers one by one, and then said to Major Nick, “I have never seen or cured such a disease before, and the fact that pus can come out of the urethra proves that there may be a problem with the bladder, and it’s hard to say that it’s the women who are to blame. Probably these soldiers were squeezing too hard when they were doing that, or it could have been the after-effects of doing that while their bladders were swollen.”
Major Nick looked like he believed his father’s explanation.
At night, we slept in a house guarded by eight American soldiers.
My father said to me, “I may not be able to return, so you must think of a way out, and when you get out, hurry to lead your mother and siblings out of the house to hide.”
I don’t really understand how this is really that serious.
My father said, “The Americans are using Vietnamese women as prostitutes, and we have no choice but to let us in on the secret, so do you think they’ll let us get out of here alive? They are afraid that we will leak the secret.”
I felt that my father did have a better head on his shoulders than I did.
Besides, all those women and soldiers had dirty diseases that even I didn’t understand, but I couldn’t say that these women were the ones who leaked these diseases, and if Major Nick knew that they were the ones who caused it, he would kill them all in one night. That would have disturbed me for the rest of my life, and I was the one who killed them in advance.
They’ll kill you. They have their own medic. It’s because they’re afraid to call their own medic that they got us here.
My father and I finally agreed that I would make at least three large purchases of medicines before I could run away, both to numb the Americans and to take advantage of the opportunity to cure these unfortunate women.
At noon the next day, I had just returned from town, escorted by a squad of American soldiers, when I saw a second group of American soldiers start to walk into the middle of these two rows of houses.
They wailed, laid their weapons all together, and then in an orderly fashion stripped off their clothes and pants, wearing only their underwear, naked, and lined up in a number of small lines at each open doorway. Father watched coldly while he did so, not saying a word.
Major Nick came over to his father and said, “You and your son, each in charge of a row of houses, start at this end and disinfect every woman, so they don’t leak any diseases to us.”
Father didn’t dare to say that all these women had different degrees of dirty diseases, because once he did, what awaited these women were even more bullets. Father gave me a difficult look and began to prepare the potion, while telling me how to clean the women’s lower bodies and how to prevent the virus from being leaked to myself.
Undressing soldiers can not wait, crowded in the doorway towards the woman in the house loudly and lewdly shouting something, and the spring rutting male donkey bray is really not much different, if not for Major Nick’s order, they may have been unable to control rushed into the house.
I walked into house number one carrying a bucket of potion, expecting to meet resistance from these women, and I had two armed American soldiers with me, but it wasn’t what I thought it would be.
The first woman looked at me woodenly, as if she knew what I was doing, and she split her purple and green two thighs toward me. Following my father’s instructions, I performed a careful wash.
When I just left the first house, not yet entered the second house, the eager American soldiers will tear off the pocket cloth two steps rushed in, I only heard a sound of broken bed, and outside the American soldiers loudly urging the chaotic yelling.
At this point I glanced across the room at my father, who had just exited the twenty-third door when six American soldiers swarmed into the house, and in the midst of the haunted ravages I distinctly heard a woman’s faint screams of abuse.
When my father and I had all cleaned the imprisoned women, we found the American soldiers in the yard, all naked, in twenty-three small lines, continually coming out of this house and going around to another detachment before re-forming.
Major Nick’s father said, “Tomorrow, this team will be invincible, invincible.”
Father didn’t squeak.
Major Nick added: “These women are considered to be making a friendly contribution to the U.S. Army! The men of our army need such contributions as much as your profession needs patients.”
Father excused himself and went over to cut herbs.
In the middle of these two rows of houses, there were piles of white meat rolling everywhere, and everywhere there were men’s licentious grunts and the pleasant howls of venting, sometimes like a pack of wolves biting at something, or as if they were chasing after something, and then there were no more women’s voices to be heard, and more distinctly the creaking of bedsprings that shook the heavens.
Two rows of houses, tossed about by American soldiers.
I asked a neighboring American soldier, and he said that two squadrons had come. This is the same as saying that there were four hundred and ten men, and a squadron is two hundred and five, which means that twenty-three women divided by four hundred and ten means that each woman had to endure the fecundity of about eighteen American soldiers, and that doesn’t include the sexually active ones who were standing in line over and over and over again.
It took most of the day for these American soldiers to put on their uniforms, put their guns on their backs, and, with renewed vigor, pass between two rows of houses and head for the front lines of the slaughter of the Vietnamese.
Silence returned to the place, and not a sound was heard in the two rows of houses with open doors, as in two rows of graves, as if the women in them had given a whole death.
At that point, Major Nick asked my father and I to check out these houses.
We went into these houses that we could think of, when we really faced these victimized women, we were so scared that we didn’t know what to do, if it wasn’t for the bayonet at our backs, my father and I would have turned our heads and run out of the house, and this tragedy is scary to think about now. Since then, I fell a dare not sleep alone in the house of the problem, is that time was scared.
You’ve never seen such scenes. I did, and I had frontier dreams for a year. I was incontinent for three months, and if it weren’t for my father’s personal treatment, I wouldn’t have been able to get better. After that, I couldn’t look at a picture of a naked woman, I would have nightmares in the middle of the night.
Some of them were lying on beds, some were lying on wooden planks, and some were simply lying on the ground, all in a state of unconsciousness or unwillingness to wake up, and I can imagine how the American devils ravaged them. What is incomprehensible is that, after gang-raping them, these animals urinated and defecated in their mouths and on their faces in order to achieve a kind of excretion.
They were lying naked in the cesspool, so dirty that no one dared approach them. A few of them were not lying in the cesspool, but they were bleeding profusely from their lower bodies, and the blood was mixed with mud and dirt all over their bodies.
There were two women, their feet and heads tied together and hanging from the doorframe, their thighs so swollen with leather straps that they were about to split when they were given a towel.
I shouldn’t have worked for the Americans in the first place, and any Vietnamese would never be indifferent when he sees such a thing. I was called a dog for working for the Americans, and I wasn’t convinced, but now you’re going to shoot me, and I’m not going to work for these bastards who are ravaging the Vietnamese.
I’m not related to these twenty-three women, but I’m not as good as they are, and they’ve fought face-to-face with the Americans, and now that they’re in this situation, it’s impossible. What about me? I’m not even a toe in these women’s shoes.
I was determined to do my father’s bidding, to escape, to find our Vietnamese army, and to get these women out of the country. How could so many men in Vietnam stand by and watch the Americans ravage our women, torturing them like they were animals?
But before I could make the run, an event contributed to the disappearance of this camp.
A week later, a Major General named David, burst into the camp with his troops and took Nick into custody while interrogating my father and me.
Later, we learned that the two squadrons that arrived at the front line, before they had been put into combat, suffered from batch after batch of illnesses of incontinence of urine and urinary pus. Upon inquiry and interrogation, it was learned that they had collectively had sexual intercourse with Vietnamese female prisoners of war before departure.
After the U.S. military doctor’s diagnosis, the gonorrhea, can not be cured immediately, the healing period of half a year, delaying the war. At the same time, it was found that Nick did not consult his superiors to set up a brothel, not only to the front line of the loss of troops, but also to the image of the U.S. Army to bring a stain.
That night, the Major General was ordered to take all twenty-three POWs, no, rather, carry them to the puddle, along with their clothes and bedpans, where the American devils raised their machine guns and swept them toward the Vietnamese women prisoners, who had long since been unable to stand up, and, when they were all killed, they dragged them to the bedpans, doused them with gasoline, and set them on fire.
While they were all going to the pits, my father said to me, we have to run or it will be our turn next, they won’t let anyone who knows the inside story get out alive, and we escaped from this camp, which was pitched in the forest, while the Americans were emotionally unstable.
The Vietnam War V-003
In the religion I profess, I swear.
What I have said and related is what I have personally done and seen with my own eyes, and I am willing to bear the legal responsibility and God’s judgment for the facts that I have said and seen.
My testimony is as follows.
When I received the order to lead a team to Yan Port with all speed, I realized that I was on a mission to escort women to Saigon for friendly forces.
Colonel Ross told me it was a secret and not to be divulged because we had already begun the surge and there was no need to put the reputation of the unit in unnecessary trouble because of a few dozen Vietnamese women.
At the same time, I was told that this was the first time that a Vietnamese female prisoner had been sent to Saigon to serve as a prostitute, and that extra caution had to be exercised as well.
It was learned from the presentation that they were captured at the Battle of Ho Chi Minh Trail for covering the sick and wounded of the North Vietnamese.
That afternoon, I led the group into the women’s prisoner camp outside Inkport.
In accordance with the process, I supervised the guards and forced the female POWs to put their fingerprints on certificates of voluntary prostitution.
In fact, all these women had their handprints pressed after they had been violently beaten and rendered delirious.
I counted the number of people, the whole 51.
In order to facilitate long-distance transportation and not to transmit the virus, the doctors examined their bodies and did the necessary cleaning to make sure that there were no venereal diseases, I decided to start the escort operation that night.
In the middle of the night, a warship sailed from the harbor to the sea, and they were all imprisoned in the bilge of the ship.
On the ship, I learned from the 34th Regiment’s inquiry that the prostitutes recruited from Thailand a month earlier, who had been in business for just three days, had been destroyed by bombs mistakenly dropped by the air force, resulting in a firefight between the army and the air force. 34th Regiment officers and men hadn’t seen any prostitutes for six months, and an average of two rapes or gang-rape of local women per day was threatening to jeopardize the order of the garrison. At the same time, there was a mass sodomy in one squad, all of whom were court-martialed, and the 34th Regiment’s military commander asked us to do our best to get there quickly.
But something happened on the ship that made the task of escorting the female prisoners impossible, and, of course, I was the mastermind and guilty of what I could not escape. If I hadn’t recognized and supported it, it might not have happened.
The Navy was the first branch of the U.S. military to create accompanying prostitutes, which they could collect in the bilges during the war’s idle hours for the Navy officers and men to masturbate with while underway. The Army, on the other hand, was not so well equipped, so they stirred when they saw so many women being escorted aboard.
Things came to a head when Navy officers helped us share some of the policing duties due to seasickness.
They blocked off the bilge, and then one by one they advanced to enjoy the unconscious Vietnamese women prisoners, who they stripped off all their clothes and threw into the sea, and then sexually abused them.
The U.S. Navy is notorious for sexual perversion.
At this time, one of our soldiers also did not know from what mail channel, mistakenly broke into the bilge of the collective adultery, and as a result, was violently beaten by the naval officers and soldiers and thrown into the sea, but this soldier grew up in the sea, and finally climbed from the gangway to the ship and reported the situation to me. I was enraged and ordered the troops to block all the hatches.
I led a party straight to the bilge, expelled all the naked naval officers and men, and ordered my men to enjoy themselves in small groups in turn.
They led me to the cabin, where a woman who seemed to have the best face was leaning against the door in a dull, stupid sparseness, her nerves seemingly a little dull, her face expressionless, and she stood dead before my eyes, and I motioned for her to lie down.
As if on command, she leaned back and onto all fours.
I dragged her lower body off the bed and in that moment I realized that it looked like something had fallen between her legs.
When I checked, I knew I couldn’t operate it at all.
From her vagina, I pulled out the heavy casings of an anti-aircraft machine gun. A stream of blackened blood then gushed out. By this time, I had also received reports that female POWs down below had been subjected to similar sexual mutilations in varying degrees.
When I arrived at the bilge, I saw 67 rounds of all kinds of bullets and 134 cartridges pulled out of the bodies of female prisoners of war. 3 female prisoners of war had ammunition poured over their nipples, which ignited and burned their breasts, and one female prisoner of war was ruffled by a couple of soldiers on the floor, who screamed that her stomach ached, but there didn’t seem to be anything inside her, and she died 18 minutes later when she stopped screaming.
Afterward, according to Navy sources, someone poured gunpowder into this woman’s vagina, causing her to die of poisoning.
My shamelessness and loss of conscience was to let the ministry simply clean up after them and then continue to let them begin to be raped.
Because of their varying degrees of devastation, it was difficult to satisfy the physical needs of the soldiers, which subsequently led to sexual abuse as well.
A soldier had put a round grenade into a female POW and could not get it out, which could have sunk the ship. We were in a hurry to get this female POW from the bilge to the deck. She was a young girl of 17 or 8 years of age, skin and bones after the ravages of the past few months. She looked at us with burning eyes and did not say a word.
Several soldiers tried to remove this explosive, but failed. I had only to give the order to push her into the sea. Just then, this young girl suddenly ran towards me, and several soldiers rushed forward to block and twist her, and that’s when there was a loud bang, and all four soldiers crashed into the sky, and finally threw themselves out of the air into the ocean in chunks of flesh and blood.
Thanks to 4 soldiers blocking the way, I only got a faceful of flesh and plasma. Strangely enough, nothing on the deck was damaged, not even a piece of paint was scarfed off. However, I am still wondering about the power of this grenade, which is the most powerful and loudest bomb I have ever seen in the Vietnam War. I don’t know if it’s because of the formula of the Bang factory or just because it’s in the stomach of a human being that it can unleash such power.
This young girl is the one person in my life I dare not forget, and her bombing makes one tremble with fear every time one thinks of it.
After the war, I moved to a new apartment, and there was a girl in the neighborhood who looked just like this one, and every time she smiled at me, it gave me chills, and then I made an excuse to move to Los Angeles anyway.
After this incident, I ordered all officers and soldiers who went to the bilge for sexual intercourse not to carry weapons and not to allow sexual abuse to recur because female POWs are communal property belonging to the enjoyment of all officers and soldiers and should not be damaged arbitrarily, and will be punished by military law if found.
The Navy demands intercourse or the ship will be grounded.
After studying the possibility of allowing naval officers and soldiers to enjoy the female POWs on this ship, but only if they follow the military rules, that is, if they pay a fee, we decided to use this escort of female POWs as an opportunity to earn some pension for the families of the deceased officers and soldiers.
The price was set at $6.00 per visit, and the Navy said they were asking more than the other prostitutes that came in. I said, “This is the sea, not the land.
The Navy accepts our regulations, and we use these female doctors and nurses, for a fee.
When we finally reached an unnamed wharf by Saigon, there were 50 of the 51 women prisoners of war left on board, and I handed them over at the friendly coalition’s team site.
In fact, what I handed them was, at best, a pile of meat that had begun to mold, and even if it was used for dissection, it had little value left. Whether they could fulfill the needs of a few hundred males who had been starving for half a year was, by any stretch of the imagination, out of the question.
As I escorted them into the newly constructed women’s camp, I saw that the line of eager officers and soldiers indulging in their lust had already stretched out for more than a couple of miles, and that they had all stripped off their shirts; the soldiers at the front of the line simply unbuckled their pants and waited with them in their hands.
These are the 50 women who will be subjected to sexual ravishment and devastation beyond anyone’s imagination.
Women doctors and nurses, who became sexual specimens when their country was invaded.
No Vietnamese have come forward to testify on this matter so far, did all of them die for their country in the war of resistance?
What happened to these Vietnamese women who were shipped to the female prisoner camps in Youghon? The end is predictable, but the tragedy is unimaginable.
This is the text from Saigon, which gives us a shameful echo that strikes the heart of everyone whose heart aches from reading the text.
Message.
Now implemented.
As a member of the U.S. military, for the sake of history and the image of the Army, it is imperative that you eliminate all Vietnamese female prisoners in female camp 44532 by tomorrow with no trace of them.
It was very hasty to receive the order, but we immediately held a meeting to discuss what could be done to erase the Vietnamese women in the women’s camp 44532 from the face of the earth for the sake of the image of the army in the future, and 34 suggestions were made, and finally poison gas was chosen.
Why choose poison gas? For one thing, the neighboring forces had just arrived at the site with a shipment of gas bombs from the mainland, which were now no longer useful, so they decided to destroy them.
We contacted them, and that night we herded 40 female prisoners into a cave, counted and double-checked their numbers, and then finally tied them all together and exploded them with gas bombs.
As of early the next morning, the chemists went into the cave to search for them, and there were no survivors.
I then brought in three flamethrowers to completely scorch the bodies of these female Vietnamese prisoners. Then, the engineers were asked to detonate the cave with explosives, including various munitions that were sure to be surrendered. This ended up causing a major landslide over the entire mountain peak, with mudslides pouring down, engulfing three neighboring villages, with the villagers, by current count, missing a total of 54 people.
I have reached the terminal stage of liver cancer, and I have always wanted to talk about that incident, and I have never dared to do so because I still have a son, and I dare not speak out so easily, whether from the angle of selfishness or from the angle of saving face.
People understand me, and say that I can go to my death repenting; those who do not understand me will surely point to my offspring as the house of sin.
In fact, whenever I walk to the Vietnam War Memorial, I dare not go in, for fear that they will see that I am weak-minded, and secondly, I feel vomit in my heart, knowing that if I had died in the war in the first place, I wouldn’t have deserved to take up a place here.
During Vietnam, I did everything an imperialist soldier could do, and I could not avoid it or whitewash it, because it was war, especially an unjust war, and I could not possibly maintain my humanity and my character, and I could not help but take part in the creation of evil, and we went, and we were there, to multiply evil.
In 1970, we assembled with the 18th, 51st, and 104th Regiments under the command of Lt. Gen. Dole and launched an attack on the Viet Cong forces on the Ho Chi Minh Trail.
This battle was the hardest fought, with our soldiers falling in pieces, finally forcing the Viet Cong forces to withdraw from their defenses after 18 days of fighting, followed by a total collapse.
We have occupied many villages, stepping on blood and rotten flesh.
I was only a fresh recruit. I admit that I killed four Vietcong soldiers and picked off a still-breathing prisoner with a bayonet, and at that time, not a single officer announced the Geneva Treaty to us.
Our orders are: kill, kill, kill.
War and bloodshed make people crazy. Smoking marijuana is addictive, smoking drugs is addictive, you may not know that killing is also addictive, it is an addiction that can be the first in the world, it gives you a thrill of carnage, and it also allows you to know what is the essence of the power of life and death, it is the most exciting game on earth, and you can feel the greatness and pride of your own existence due to the killing of a human being. I, and our soldiers, became homicidal maniacs, so I thought at the time that it was the masterpiece of the whole army.
From the feeling, I don’t like Vietnamese women, they don’t have a good figure, you can say that they have a five-short figure, as if they are the products of inbreeding, they are not the best-selling products, but there is no spare time for aesthetics during the war. Besides, all the women belonging to our brothel were urgently drafted to the field, they had been gone for 45 days, the officer said they would return before the war, but some of our officers and men were already lying under bullets, and they still hadn’t come back, saying that they encountered sniping on the way back.
Lower officers and men said they didn’t know which triumphant force had cut them off in the middle again.
I have to admit that the Viet Cong were really well-trained teams, more warlike and able to fight than the South Vietnamese army. The more they were able to fight, the more they inspired us to commit atrocities. I was the 17th to storm the village and the first to storm the health center.
At that time, the Viet Cong were all collapsed, there was no longer any gunfire to be heard, the 229th stayed out on defense and did not enter the village at all, and we were the only ones who entered the health center in a silent wait.
From the time I approached this hospital to the time I finally went in, an estimated 20 minutes, I did not hear a single shot, nor did I see a single comrade go down; the shots that came later, which were our own, and the reports of casualties from the blocked fire, were obviously made up.
Our team of soldiers swooped in because a local had provided information that there were over 90 wounded and sick VC hiding in the hospital.
At this point, a group of female doctors and nurses came up and surrounded us, telling us that this was a hospital and we were not allowed to search.
Captain Mike gave the order: take them all into custody and search for VC soldiers.
Seventy-eight female doctors and nurses were taken into a large room to be processed, because their leader said: there are all civilian patients here, no VC patients. Our information was that the VC were hiding in the hospital.
As expected, we recovered over 90 VC wounded and sick from the hospital.
Orders from above: we picked off 64 struggling VC wounded and sick in one fell swoop with our slicing knives, and the place was turned into a killing field, with the howls of the unkilled VC all over the place.
The 229th Union, which had been ordered to change the defense at this time, broke into the hospital, and, seeing that many women with delicate faces were in custody, surrounded the house at once. We saw that we could not let them take advantage of this bargain, so we abandoned the slaughter of the sick and wounded and rushed forward with our guns, and the two groups went at each other.
The 229th unit shouted: We haven’t seen a woman in three months.
We also shouted at them: so did we, for three whole months.
At this time the officers of both sides came over on hearing the news, they first looked at the soldiers who were in lust, and then looked at the Vietnamese women who were in fear, how the two of them discussed it, I don’t know, but in any case, both sides drew out 12 men to guard all the letterboxes of the college and the main entrance. It was at this point that the Vietnamese women, probably sensing our intentions, took advantage of the guards’ inattention and rushed out of the house, tearing into the guards and screaming for someone to come to their rescue.
We surged up together and tore into them.
Squadron Leader Gus pulled the hair of one of the prettiest female doctors and slammed the door shut, the hair was caught right in the crack of the door and the woman didn’t dare to struggle, she dropped a strand of hair when she did.
I saw her bowing, her head on the ground, her hips living up.
Gus may have been enraged by the woman in front of him who kept berating him, or he may have been plotting to rape these Vietnamese women who had come to him for nothing.
He picked the woman’s pants off with a saber, and the woman yelped and twisted her head to try to protect her waist as a piece of her hair was ripped out. The squadron leader peeled off both of her shoes and grabbed the pants in his hands and yanked them down.
The whole hospital heard this woman screaming like a she-cat on fire.
Gus lifted his boot and slammed it into the female doctor’s temple, the woman immediately lost her voice and slumped to the ground, two up the soldiers went up, stripped the unconscious woman’s pants down and rolled her over so that she lay on her back at the feet of the lieutenant.
He threw his gun away and shouted: “Let’s make them happy, they’ve been waiting for us for 18 days, soldiers, don’t let them call us Americans incompetent. Now I order: Stand by, target, all women here, advance, capture, destroy. Concentrate all firepower and fire!”
As soon as we heard that, we immediately overturned the struggling female doctors and nurses in our hands. The entire college playground was turned into a playground for rape.
The one I swept up was an eighteen- or nineteen-year-old nurse, freckled and black with a garlic nose and two eyes that were swollen from crying. But I didn’t have a choice, and I couldn’t have.
Rape is something that spreads like the plague very quickly. I knocked out the Vietnamese woman who was biting me with the butt of my rifle. She fell to the ground with blood pouring out of her head and mouth. I picked her top and underwear, pants and panties all apart with my bayonet and then raped her like all soldiers do in Vietnamese land.
While I was raping her, she woke up and scratched my gills. With the back of my knife, I knocked her mouth full of teeth away as well, and she was covered in blood.
I had just gotten up off of her when she was dragged aside and gang raped by five or six soldiers.
The entire playground was now filled with half-naked American soldiers, and completely naked cloaked women either lying or running around.
The two captains, after raping the prettiest woman the two soldiers were holding down, sat high on a newly erected platform and enjoyed the soldiers charging and firing madly at the Vietnamese women.
In such broad daylight, the Vietnamese women endured gang rapes by an average of six soldiers each, but these were not women to be messed with, as they took out scissors from somewhere, and in the confusion they managed to puncture the carotid arteries of eight soldiers, cut off the genitals of five officers and soldiers, and three scissors were all stabbed into the stomachs of the soldiers.
We found out late, mainly because the scene was so chaotic and mixed up. Our officers and men were stabbed to death by exactly 18 of these indomitable women. Among these was Major Charlton, whom we usually admire.
Soon the women, who had been gang-raped so many times, were all tied up and tracked down, but none of them gave themselves up. Finally, we set up machine guns and threatened them. If they didn’t come forward and confess, they would all be shot.
At that moment, 14 women stood out, and before they could shout anything, they were all wiped out on the spot with machine guns.
I saw at least 14 women pissing their pants, shaking with their hands on their bare thighs, and 2 women simply falling to the ground. More women were gritting their teeth and clutching their breasts, hoping that a burst of machine-gun fire would kill them too, but they were wrong.
The 64 women were forcibly bound together, all anaesthetized by military doctors, thrown onto trucks, blindfolded and dragged to an unknown room, surrounded by barbed wire and electrified, to be used as prostitutes with the army.
Our squad was ordered to guard these female POWs and to assume the responsibility of an enforcement team for the disciplinary control of the soldiers while they were receiving sexual pleasure.
Most of them do not accept being humiliated, and resistance and death attempts are common.
A woman dug her own throat with her fingernails to the point of almost leaking air, and in a fit of anger, the squad leader used his saber to chop off both of her palms. As a result, the woman fainted at that time, at the same time, eight soldiers pounced on her body, in the sixth just finished, the seventh has not yet gone up, the woman has been quite.
There was also a woman who, out of nowhere, none of the soldiers were able to have smooth sex with her. When the junior captain saw this, he ordered her to be tied naked to a round wooden barrel, which was tied on her back, face up, eight ways.
The soldiers who came in, this time, didn’t have to work hard, they just had to roll the barrels.
In less than three days, the woman died as well.
This was not the cruelest thing, but the cruelest thing was that a female doctor would not give in, and only after three soldiers had finally brought her down to the ground, and she was still fighting to the death, the squad leader ordered that her hands be tied behind her back, pulled out a bayonet, told the soldiers to pull her legs apart, inserted it into her vagina in one blow, and then told her to get up and walk away at will.
This poor woman, both hands grasping the saber can not be pulled out, blood flowing. This is a strong woman, finally endured the pain to stand up, legs apart to sit on the ground, screamed a miserable death on the playground.
There was a woman who bit off a soldier’s nose while being raped, so painful that the soldier covered his nose and jumped in place screaming, this woman was tied to a telephone pole, first as a target at a distance with a pistol to crush both breasts, and finally cut open the stomach, cut the uterus off from the inside, and propped up over the woman’s head, and the uterine membranes began to shrink back under the sunlight exposure. Finally, the woman’s head was tightened, and the woman struggled throughout in an attempt to catch her breath, eventually suffocating in the tightening tautness of the constriction.
We call it “going back from whence you came”. We did it all the time in Vietnam.
Perhaps most hateful of all was the hobby of the lieutenant-captain, a man who at some time developed a hobby in which he specialized in eating the wombs of women who had been roasted and were virgins. So he cut open the stomach of a 15-year-old nurse, who had long been tied up without letting the soldiers get their hands on her, and pulled out her uterus, which was only the size of an egg, and roasted it on a tile; the girl, who never died, and whose blood and intestines flowed out all over the place, lay on her side and watched her own organs being roasted, and watched them being eaten by the squadron leader, and finally, her head tilted over and she died.
Her heart, pulled out while it was still hot and eaten alive by another soldier.
Perhaps it was all these things that made them take an unexpected action. They were able to bite off the genitals of 23 soldiers in a unified period of time, resulting in a major accident in which 18 people died without saving their lives.
The eight women I was ordered to capture were hacked to death one by one with my bayonet, first in the stomach and then in the head. I saw the white bodies broken one by one by my bayonet.
That night, I was haunted by nightmares and couldn’t stop yelling and screaming, and I was later admitted to a psychiatric hospital for treatment.
During my invasion of Vietnam, I raped 34 Vietnamese women, killed 8 women with my own hands, and shot and maimed 3 women.
After the war, I always wanted to say it, but I never had the guts either.
Today, I speak out because my beloved son died in a car accident in Grand Prairie the day before yesterday. I have no family left in this world. This is retribution and what I deserve for my sins in Vietnam.
The priest said that my sins in this world are too deep to be washed away, and that I could only speak of them on the occasion of Mass, and that war must never come again. There is also no need for our military, to go on missions abroad.
I can’t say that I’m sorry for the women who have been victimized, it’s not for the likes of me to say, I don’t deserve to say such things anymore.
I said that after death, taking my ashes to Vietnam, to the mule market, so that things that are not human beings often step around and have no peace, would be a kind of atonement for my sins, and scattering them on the old site of the hospital would be fine.
The Vietnam War V-004
In the Vietnam War, the lurid THUOCDUAME was a sharp, secret weapon used by the U.S. and Pseudo-Army against female prisoners.
Civilized technology became a means of rubbing women’s hooves in the war, and hundreds and thousands of resolute and strong Vietnamese women fighters, after being trampled on and destroyed, ended up as ghosts under the iron hooves of the monster.
This is called THUOCDUAME sex drug is a special sex drug, commonly known as the “charm drug”, also known as “empty pregnancy catalyst” or “erotic stimulant”. This drug was invented in the United States, first used in dance halls and brothels, it can make the dancers and prostitutes lustful, breasts full and high.
The Americans used this drug to interrogate female prisoners with the intention of making them give up their partners, comrades and classified information while they were sexually aroused and emotionally uncontrollable.
In 1965, the U.S. Infantry Division in Saigon, South Vietnam, in the area of the Weak Yau Dinh, sent all captured female prisoners to their temporary concentration camp. The female prisoners in this camp were subjected to all kinds of inhuman treatment from the time they were captured.
In the name of searching, the U.S. pseudo-military stripped them of all their clothes, forced them to walk naked on the street, poked them with a slashing knife, treated them like animals, and left their skin covered with scars. They also had to play all sorts of tricks to humiliate women like Nguyen Lam Thanh.
Nguyen Lam Thanh, a female Southern Vietnam Liberation Army scout, was captured during a reconnaissance operation.
Nguyen Lam Thanh was a beautiful Vietnamese girl with large dark eyes, long upward curling eyelashes, and soft lips that lifted slightly. She lay on the cold bamboo planks in her cell, covered in blood stains.
The U.S. and Pseudo-Army tortured her three times in order to get information from her about the PLA in the South, but they did not get any of the “favors” they had hoped for.
“Ruan Linqing, come out!” A howl came out, and Ruan Linqing was brought to the interrogation room again.
A U.S. Army doctor looked at the syringe filled with potion in his hand as if endlessly admiring the weapon in the warrior’s hand.
He turned around and looked at Ruan Linqing, who was being held hostage by two big men, and smiled lewdly. Without a word, he walked over and injected the potion into Ruan Lin Qing’s muscles.
From that day on, they injected Nguyen Lam Thanh and the two commandos arrested with her twice a day with empty pregnancy prolactin, and mixed the meals and fruits they brought them with drugs such as megestrol, which promotes the development of the breasts, and post-pituitary preparations, which lead to uterine paroxysms, and youmuyu-yutai, which causes uterine paroxysms to become excited.
“Nguyen Lam Chinh, you are so beautiful and young, love and men are worth pursuing for you, why do you want to sell your life for the Southern Liberation Army? God no longer exists, they are just using you to sell your life for them, they have ruined your youth, give them up, give them up and you will get everything.” The fake officer lured.
The two pseudo soldiers approached Ruan Linqing, who tried to kick them away, but his feet didn’t work at all.
Nguyen Lam Thanh’s face rose purple and red and agitated, she moaned loudly with her eyes in a trance and tried her best to shake her head with her hair pulled back, however, the U.S. troops sat indifferently at the interrogation table and occasionally asked her questions while recording the words that Nguyen Lam Thanh uttered in her exuberance.
It’s all in the past.
A day later, Nguyen Lam Thanh, who had come to her senses, realized what had happened and, in a fit of remorse, threw her head against the iron doorpost of her cell…
After the war, an officer who had participated in the drug experiments described.
“The hard way of dealing with women who were deeply poisoned by the Vietcong ideology did not work, and we had cut the flesh and hearts out of the six Vietcong women cadres mentioned, one by one, and the results were still ineffective.”
“So now we must first strike them mentally, so that their spirit first collapses and mourns, and then we will use torture, and they will feel unbearable at that point, and without self-respect, they will soon confess.”
“The purpose of using the drug is to make them lose their self-esteem, and when they can’t restrain that strong hot unending lustful urge, their will will break down little by little.”
“This I am very sure of, when injected with this drug, their nipples will feel hot, and an unbearable scarring and itching will arise around the nipples and in that most hidden part, so they can only scratch uncontrollably with their hands, and so they can be made to come to themselves for strong stimulation, and by the time the drug is extremely effective it can finally lead to insanity, and a woman is able to endure all kinds of skin and flesh pains, but it is absolutely impossible to restrain such lasting sexual exuberance.”
“Especially when later on the milk will be produced in large quantities, even if they want to endure the pain of not discharging the milk, they will not achieve the result of retracting the milk as in the case of an ordinary woman in labor, but will instead produce more milk, which will cause her mammary glands to swell up extremely, producing a bursting-like pain which is simply unbearable.”
“Therefore, they have no choice but to squeeze out from time to time, and the constant action of emptying their breasts psychologically causes them to question their dignity… so I am a great believer in this drug.”
What happens in the torture chamber is just one part of the intertwining of barbarism and civilization, and that type of thing happens and will continue to happen in the world every moment.
Many good people have tried to stop that kind of thing by all means, but they have failed, and the mutilation of mankind itself is still extremely widespread, breeding and reproducing, ridiculing the modern civilized age of which we are so proud.
The Vietnam War V-005
THUOCDUAME sex drug is a special kind of sex drug. It’s commonly known as “the charm”, or “the empty pregnancy catalyst”.
Or “eroticizer”.
The drug was also widely used on dancers and prostitutes during the Vietnam War.
At 10 p.m. on April 20, 1970, in the lobby of the Miami Nightclub on Gatina Boulevard in Saigon’s downtown area, twelve strippers kicked their thighs in unison under the ever-changing colored lights. Their bras had been removed from their upper bodies and the yellow silk cloths around their waists rose and fell as they spun, swinging their hips in a variety of provocative and nakedly carnal movements to the rhythm of deafening rock music.
More than one hundred and fifty officers and soldiers of American, Vietnamese, South Korean, Taiwanese and other nationalities drank various kinds of wine or beverages, with occasional bursts of shouting, maniacal laughter and the shattering sound of wine glasses falling to the ground.
It was a reception to honor the officers and men of the Allied armies in Vietnam. It was not so much a party to honor the Allied troops in Vietnam as it was a party to enjoy their “heavy meatball experiments” with evil souls twisted by war.
There was no obvious difference between this dance floor and any other, an old-fashioned circular hall with flickering lights, some crooked naked women painted on the pillars, and a semi-curved dance floor with a few American soldiers cradling tiny, delicate Vietnamese girls and shaking their bodies to the sound of slow dance music.
By this time, a few more people had been added to the dance floor, Americans, Vietnamese, South Koreans, and Arabs, and almost all of their partners were dancers from the Dhotokhara dance floor in their braless yellow smocks and purple ultra-short skirts.
A tall, skinny black soldier was holding a diminutive Vietnamese dancer as if he were dancing a step with lots of tricks, sliding around the dance floor and letting out the occasional debauched, strange laugh.
The dancers here look fuller and sexier than the average Vietnamese girl, especially with their high, fluttering breasts, which always look as if they are padded with elastic, or as if they are full of juice like a mother’s breasts. In addition, their skin seems to be a bit too rich, and their flesh is always shaking when they dance, which makes them even more carnal.
As it turns out, all the dancers at the Dodagu Dance Theater are regularly injected with that empty-pregnant emmenagogue, which causes their unborn breasts to produce milk as a way of attracting more customers.
This potent Empty Pregnancy Lactation Agent not only makes a woman’s breasts produce a large amount of milk and stimulates an uncontrollable sexual desire, but also has another side effect, namely: if you do not get rid of the milk secreted in time, the breasts will be extremely swollen, and even breast muscle spasms, resulting in unbearable pain like bursting.
Therefore, all the girls who have been injected with this kind of empty pregnancy agent have to keep squeezing the milk out of their breasts to alleviate the pain, however, the more they squeeze the milk out of their breasts, the more milk they produce, the more plump their breasts become, and the more developed their nipples become.
In a pitiful double compulsion, the prostitutes who prostituted themselves on the Dhotokhara dance floors were forced to sell their bodies for survival and at the same time give their milk, which was supposed to nurture their babies, to the men who came to the Dhotokhara dance floors for pleasure.
From their expressions, we can see that they are like lambs to be slaughtered, left to their pathetic fate, enduring mental and physical torture all day long.
A Vietnamese prostitute sits on the lap of an American soldier, she sticks out her tongue and licks his neck, ears, lips, and then she rubs her ass hard against the American man’s thigh.
She began to moan and gasp slightly, and she took the American soldier’s hand in hers, guiding it towards her breasts and then downwards… The effect of the drug caused her to enter a state of uncontrollable arousal… once again.
One thing is for sure, this recurring effect of drug-induced sexual arousal will not take long to turn a good girl into a complete slut with an insatiable sexual appetite, known medically as “nymb homania” (female homoeroticism)…
At that time, when Vietnamese prostitutes were drugged, foreign soldiers never treated them as human beings and humiliated them at will. Also due to the effect of drugs, some prostitutes were willing to do it without money when they were sexually aroused, and they were very miserable because the price of pork in Saigon at that time was one hundred and twenty South Vietnamese dollars per kilogram, and the price of chicken was one hundred and thirty-five South Vietnamese dollars per kilogram, and the flesh of these young girls was not worth the price of one kilogram of pork or chicken.
No wonder Saigon’s Action Newspaper said, “A bottle of American whiskey will get you a couple of Vietnamese girls.”
The ballroom was packed.
Suddenly, the manager of the ballroom, holding a microphone, announced to the people with a big smile: a few hours ago, at the request of Lieutenant General Lon Nol, Deputy Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Cambodia, who had launched the overthrow of the regime of Prince Sikha Nguyen in March, the United States and Vietnamese troops, under the command of the commander of the Fourth Military Region, General Do Chi Kho, had entered the Cambodian territory, to assist Lieutenant General Lon Nol’s troops in clearing out the communist military bases of the North Vietnam.
After a commotion, the lights in the corners of the hall went out, leaving only the two spotlights illuminating the dance floor. At that moment, to the blaring samba, three Vietnamese girls with hair down and completely naked stepped onto the dance floor, swaying their hips to the beat.
They wore Indian-style ringlets on their wrists and ankles, their full, plump breasts trembled up and down uncontrollably, the brass Buddhist bells dangling from their long, outstretched nipples made a clear sound, and when they twisted their limbs, their long hair, which trailed below their waists, flowed up.
The hall was abuzz with the bloodshot eyes of officers and men who were to leave for the battlefields of Laos or Cambodia the next day, shouting and yelling wildly.
Suddenly, a black soldier lunged toward the dance floor with a strange cry, followed by almost all the GIs lunging in that direction in unison…
The three poor dancers hissed as they were dragged to the ground by their hair, and countless pairs of frantic hands reached for their naked bodies…
Vietnam, once a carnal paradise for the French and then the Americans, was a place where sexual violence was frequent during the Vietnam War, and under the orders of the American troops, the South Vietnamese pseudo-military also became sexually active, and they became accomplices of the American troops, wielding the “sex stick”.
The U.S. soldier said, “It is our right to rape Vietnamese women.”
In the “Oriental Hotel” on the outskirts of Saigon, the insults directed by American soldiers at prostitutes ranged from “normal” sex to degradation and, finally, to the killing of innocents.
Maddened by the death of his brother, who had volunteered to come to Vietnam, U.S. Army Sgt. John was so depressed that he sought out prostitutes for sex every day. One day earlier, he had raped his brother’s two five-year-old mixed-race American-Vietnamese illegitimate daughters to death.
He perverted the two little girls by pinning them down in a large bathtub, dousing them with hard liquor, and then raping each of them.
The children’s vulvas were completely torn and bleeding. He also kept taking androgens and repeatedly raped the little girls.
The girls looked horrified and shouted “Save me! God” and he shouted, “Who let your whore mother seduce my brother to come to Vietnam… in a hallucination?”
In the bright red water of the tub, the two girls are finally smothered alive.
The brutal American soldier was court-martialed by the U.S. Army, but later acquitted. The reason was that he was sick and crazy.
The Vietnam War V-006
No one could remember what day of the month it was, but the artillery, the bombs, the shootings and the days of bloodshed made people think they were living in hell. In hell there is no need to keep track of time.
It was a very gloomy day, not much more than the hell you’d expect. Just as the Vietnamese were coming out of the tunnels to get some air, an American helicopter suddenly flew down, and those who looked up saw a few things falling, and someone yelled, “Get down, bombs.” At once, the ground was in chaos again, and the people went down in terror.
“It’s over!” Many thought so at the time, for they had clearly heard what was falling from the airplane right in their midst.
The helicopter roared away. After a long time, the “bomb” did not explode, and the Vietnamese who were lying on the ground stood up in fear, and then there were screams and confusion, and it turned out that the one who fell from the airplane was a Vietnamese girl who was strapped with explosives. Her head cracked open and her brains and blood were splattered everywhere.
For several days in a row, many places in Vietnam experienced similar situations.
In just three days, forty-five Vietnamese were thrown from the airplane, and one girl, Trinh Linh, who was thrown into the river, survived to tell the story of their misfortune.
Cui Ling and her companions, the first few days of combat, shot down five U.S. Hu-IA helicopters in a row.
Just as they were getting tired, a special forces unit of the U.S. Army put them under siege, and after a bloody battle, Cui-Ling and her companions were all captured.
In retaliation, the American forces raped all the women they captured and tortured all the men they captured. Then they were all taken on separate airplanes and the Americans threw them out of the windows of the airplanes alive.
The Vietnamese present gnashed their teeth and they wanted to retaliate.
On June 20, 1965, in a strategic village called Kawaei, there was an alarming scene: on a tall palm tree on the side of the highway, the bodies of two American girls hung upside down in the air, swaying gently with the wind.
They were all stripped naked, with countless sharpened bamboo sticks stuck in their bodies, their guts flowing out of their disemboweled bellies and hanging out, and their breasts cut in half.
A rope was tied around each of their necks. Hanging from their necks was a large wooden sign that read, in Vietnamese, “The Yankees will die!”
The two American men who had just arrived stood off to the side, both of them biting their lips to the point of blood.
The two women were Jones and Eliza. They were the lovers of Roxon and Colonel Molnar, respectively, and Roxon had been the bailiff for both of them.
“I want revenge!” Roxon shouted, frantically raising his gun and sweeping it about, the palm resting tree immediately becoming riddled with holes.
The Assistant to the President for National Security Affairs, Mr. George Bundy, said in his memorandum to President Johnson on February 7, 1965, entitled “Policy of Continued Retaliation”, that “we should conduct our retaliation policy with as little publicity as possible. Bundy, in the annex to his memorandum of 7 February 1965 to President Johnson, entitled “Policy of Continued Retaliation”, said: “We should conduct our retaliation policy with as little publicity as possible.”
At the same time, he added: “In the future, we can retaliate against them for the assassination of a governor, but not necessarily for the killing of a village chief, and we can retaliate against them for throwing a grenade in a crowded coffee shop in Saigon, but not necessarily for shooting at a small rural store.”
However, Roxon embarked on a public vendetta, the kind of present-day revenge that was uncountable in Vietnam at the time.
After the gruesome murders of Jones and Eliza, and with Roxon disciplined for dereliction of duty and in danger of being transferred to the front line to the old frontier at any moment, an irrepressible desire for vengeance built up in the mind of the black captain.
When he heard that the Cabinet of Tran Van Huong was treating the murder as a general criminal case, Roxon immediately consulted Station Commander Richardson and together with Major Molnar approached General Nguyen Van Thieu, who had the power to do so, in the name of the Saigon Station of the CIA.
“The Americans should think about offenses against the North other than bombing, not just how to establish its influence in Saigon, or nothing will be solved.”
General Nguyen Van Thieu and General Nguyen Khanh, who was present at the time, said the same thing.
If the U.S. is up in arms over the killing of two women by the Vietcong, haven’t the U.S. advisers, officers and soldiers killed by the Vietcong at Bien Hoa, Bo Lai Kou and Quy Nhon, and the airfields and fighter planes they destroyed, made Ambassador Taylor feel that what he needs is not some bullshit civilian government, but a strong and stable government of military men and women?
Roxon knew their words were right, at least he personally thought so, but disagreed with attributing the murder of Jones and Eliza to a place very far away from him in North Vietnam. They had killed Jones and Eliza here, so they had to be punished here, whether they were innocent or not!
That morning, August 29, the retaliation began as they drove their jeeps and searched the neighborhood of Saigon University.
By that time, new students had begun to report to the University of Saigon, and there were many students coming and going inside and outside the school, with Major Molnar in civilian clothes mixing in with the crowd.
At first, he talked for a while with an international student from the UK and then came near the enrollment office of the Academic Affairs Department.
Soon, he found the target of the attack: two Vietnamese girls with anxious looks on their faces.
“Can I help you guys with something?” Young Branch Morna walked over to him, purposely speaking English a bit like a Frenchman would.
“I don’t have my enrollment notice.” One of the girls with glasses hesitated and told him in nervous but very fluent English. “There was a lot of disorder here just now, and I handed in my enrollment notice, but the people inside said they hadn’t received it.”
“Perhaps I can help you think of a way.” Major Molnar pretended to think of a way while keeping a watchful eye on them.
The girl with the glasses looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, thin, wearing a white blouse and a blue checkered skirt, while the other girl was slightly taller and fuller, about twenty years old, and wore a perm, which was very popular in Saigon at the time.
Major Molnar had no difficulty in seeing that they were sisters.
“Did you lose your notice too?” Major Molnar asked the girl with the perm.
“I’m in second grade.” She replied a little shyly. “I accompanied my sister to report here today, and I didn’t realize I lost my notice.”
“Please wait here for a moment while I check inside.” Major Molnar said as he turned and walked into the enrollment house.
After a few minutes, Major Molnar retreated again.
“You must have lost the notice yourselves.” He said. “The school told me that if I lost my enrollment notice, I had to check the number of my test card at the original test center or I wouldn’t be allowed to check in.”
“What can we do about that?” The girl with the glasses flushed red with anxiety.
“I’m at the Shamrock Exam Center, it’s a long way from here. If I wait for Job to come to my exam number, the time for enrollment will be over.”
“You mustn’t be in a hurry.” Major Molnar was very glad to see that his purpose had been accomplished.
“I’m familiar with Khe Sanh, which is only about forty kilometers from Saigon. It just so happens that I have a friend who works for the Military Gujarat Regiment, and I can make it back in a couple of hours in his automobile.”
The two girls talked in Vietnamese for a while, as if they were not quite sure. Finally, the girl with the glasses said, “I’m sorry, we have to bother you.”
In this way, two innocent Vietnamese girls easily fell into their well-planned trap.
At noon, the jeep drove out of Saigon City and kept heading south along the highway.
Until then, the two girls did not know that they had embarked on the path of death, but instead thanked them uncontrollably with gratitude.
In conversation they learned that they were the daughters of the owner of a rice mill in Khe Sanh. The girl with glasses, whose name was Ping, was eighteen years old and had enrolled in the Economics Department of the University of Saigon, and the girl with permed hair was her older sister, whose name was Ling, twenty-two years old, and already in her second year at the University of Saigon.
They took Major Molnar for an eager “young Frenchman” and introduced them to the villages and landscapes along the way.
Roxon drove on in silence, hatred welling up from the bottom of his heart every time he saw the two squealing girls in the mirror. He seemed to see the naked bodies of Jones and Eliza hanging upside down from a palm tree, swaying in the wind, himself being stabbed deep in the heart with a bayonet by a group of crazed Batbureaucrats at the old border, and his being abandoned in a deserted forest, with an elephant trampling his body flat…
A military site situated near a swamp on the north bank of the Dongwij River housed an Australian battalion of combat troops, which served as one of the barriers to the south of the Saigon Causeway. Not far from it, in another camp, was the 173rd Airborne Brigade.
It was a little after one o’clock in the afternoon when they arrived there, and the whole camp was silent, the heat having caused the soldiers to take refuge in their barracks. A barbed-wire fence surrounded the large open area around the camp, and a soldier in a high wooden post was lazily snoozing.
Their jeep was parked in front of a very well camouflaged house.
“Go inside and get some rest.” Major Molnar told them.
After more than an hour of bouncing around in the sunburned jeep, both Ping and Ling looked very tired.
They got out of the car and went with them into the house. The house was comfortable, and in it sat Major Willint. Major Molnar gave them a short introduction and then walked out with Major Willint.
A few minutes later, Major Willingdale and Major Molnar returned to the house. Major Willingham surveyed Ping and Ling, his eyes now showing an obscene look.
“Sis,” he tugged off his shirt, revealing his hairy chest, then took a step toward Ping and Ling.
“Take off your clothes.”
The two girls made themselves known, and they cowered backward in horror, avoiding the evil-filled gaze of Major Willint’s passer-by.
Major Willing Hold had a sharp dagger in his hand and cornered them in a corner of the room.
“Take off your clothes!” Major Willint waved his sharp dagger in front of their faces. “Or I will slaughter you.”
They didn’t dare move again, only sounds of extreme fear emanated from their throats.
Major Willint went over to the two terrified girls and stripped them naked, then rolled their clothes into a ball and threw them out the window.
“Lie down on the floor!” He ordered.
At about 3:00 p.m., two dozen soldiers in uniform and civilian clothes walked toward each of the two barracks, carrying two shrill, hissing girls in their arms.
Major Willett stood in the doorway and looked at the frantic soldiers and said with a smile: “I never treated them as civilians, because the Viet Cong guerrillas were among them, killing our people every moment. Once, when I saw some Vietnamese soldiers coming towards us, I thought they were soldiers from the neighboring Vietnamese unit, but they suddenly took out their anti-tank rocket launchers and shot at us, killing five of our soldiers on the spot. From then on, I decided to take firm retaliatory action against their attacks; if they killed one of us, I would kill ten or a hundred Vietnamese.”
In the evening, the soldiers carried back the two Vietnamese girls, who were no longer conscious, and placed them on the floor in the center of the room.
They were horribly gang-raped and abused by the soldiers in the barracks, their naked bodies bruised and purple, especially the girl named Ling who was obviously menstruating, her stomach and thighs stained with blood.
Roxon brought a bucket of cold water and poured it over the women to revive them from their stupor, and then Major Roxon, together with Major Molnar, began to torture them in the brutal way they had prepared.
All of a sudden, from the house came the two girls’ miserable screams and the sound of the belt beating their bodies “out of the way”.
The various tortures continued until one o’clock in the morning, when the two girls fainted and awoke with screams, their bodies covered with bruises.
They were told that two young American schoolgirls had been captured and tortured to death by the Vietnamese in the recent past, and that they should be punished in the same way as Vietnamese women.
After the torture was over, the women were tied backward to a tree trunk outside the house. Roxon and Major West went over to them and pushed them over to two empty ammunition crates and made them lie on their backs. Soldiers brought buckets of water and rinsed their bloodstained bottoms with water, then used brushes to remove the stains.
Ping and Ling had not resisted in the slightest, and perhaps were powerless to do so, but simply lay woodenly on the ammo crates, at the mercy of the soldiers.
Colonel Shingster handed more than two hundred slips of paper to a captain, who distributed them to the soldiers in disordered order, twenty of which had numbers written on them in the order in which they were received, so that the soldiers who received such slips of paper could go to the front of the queue in the order in which they were numbered and rape the two girls.
It was a scheme devised by Major Molnar and Rochlin to save the girls from dying in the midst of the abuse they had suffered from too many men. They wanted the two girls to live, not out of a sudden compassion for them, but out of a desire to prolong the time of their deaths, dictated by a crazier and more ferocious spirit of vengeance, by postponing their release from the pains of the flesh, in order that they might at last punish them with their own hands in the most excruciating manner.
Twenty soldiers split into two groups and began to rape the two girls lying on the ammunition crates.
When this collective gang rape was over, the vinegar-hot August sun had scorched the ground, and one by one the soldiers made their way to their barracks.
Major Molnar and Roxon secured the two girls’ arms and shoulders to the cartridge box, so that they could not move except on their backs to the scorching sun.
At noon they carried the two girls, who were unconscious from the sun, into the house, gave them some food when they awoke, took them outside to defecate once more, and then locked them up in a small house where they kept their belongings.
“Spare us.” Ping begged bitterly: “My father can send you a lot of money.”
Her voice was already very weak, and as soon as Roxon let go of her hand, she crumpled to the ground.
“Get some rest, and we’ll get you back in the evening.”
Night had fallen, and as the cool breeze began to blow away the stifling air, four figures appeared on the north bank of the East Chengji River. The two girls who came to the front were Ping and Ling, naked and with their arms tied behind their backs, and Major Molnar and Roxon, paratrooper’s knives and ropes in their hands, were close behind them and were occasionally whipping them with the ropes.
The bank of the river was a swampy area, and at a short distance there was a banana grove where the ripe bananas glowed golden-brown in the moonlight. They entered the banana grove and halted under two banana trees, where Major Molnar and Roxon ordered the two girls to stand with their backs to the banana trees, and then bound them tightly backward to the trunks of the trees with both hands and feet.
They were told that because the Vietnamese had killed the two American girls in a brutal way, they would be executed in the same way…
In the early hours of the morning, they hung the bodies of the two girls upside down in the shape of a V on a tall palm tree in the Saigon University campus and left quietly after placing two lighted torches.
The Vietnam War V-007
More than 20,000 Buddhists and tens of thousands of people followed a protest rally on May 8, the birthday of Buddha Sakyamuni, with a powerful procession that day. At the behest of Wu Tingru, the Catholic vice-governor ordered the procession to be fired upon, killing nine people on the spot and wounding 14 others.
However, this authoritarian repression provoked larger demonstrations, hunger strikes and other political activities. At this point, the U Tin Yan regime, instead of becoming more rational, is bent on answering the angry people with tear gas, batons and arrests.
On the morning of May 10, three monks and 16 nuns were stripped naked, their hands tied with ropes behind their backs, and escorted by the police through Tan Lap Street. This barbaric and brutal method of repression did not quell the riots, but confirmed the propaganda of the Viet Cong in another way, and even the terrorists who were carrying out assassinations in South Vietnam stopped their actions.
On June 11, senior monks and priests in Saigon City, 70 Doro, poured gasoline on themselves in the center of a street and practiced self-immolation to protest the government’s actions.
This incident shocked the U.S. commander in Saigon, Paul Harkins, and the ambassador. Harkins and the ambassador were so shocked that, after consulting with Lieutenant General Duong Van Minh of South Vietnam, they went to the “Independence Palace” that evening to make representations to President Ngo Dinh Yen. At the same time, Secretary of State Lax, Secretary of Defense McNamara, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff General Taylor, and the U.S. Ambassador to Vietnam called President Ngo Dinh Yen, and the New York Times published facsimile photos of Buddhist monks walking naked under police escort and of the self-immolation of the Venerable Master Quang Duc, and appealed to the U.S. government to “put economic pressure on the country. “
On June 17, Saigon’s English-language newspaper (The Times) published an article that made a veiled attack on the U.S. and Buddhists and implied that the self-immolating Venerable Quang Duc had died by tilting his medicine.
The article concludes, “The government and police are investigating the case.”
These are the preliminaries to the secret arrest of the four Pynchonite nuns.
The Saigon Special Police Department received a tip-off that “Venerable Quang Duc was poisoned and burned in the street due to sectarian fighting, and that the Viet Cong terrorists were behind it”.
The secret report also said that on July 2, the congregation will hold a larger protest.
There was no time for further hesitation; the matter must be cleared up before July arrived. This was why Wu Tingzhu personally attended the interrogation of the four nuns of the Hirakawa Sect; no matter what means were used, they had to be forced to give up the murderer, and besides, Wu Tingzhu had never limited his means to achieve his goal.
Before the interrogation, he specifically instructed Lt. Col. Fai, who was in charge of this interrogation, that any harsh instruments of torture could be used to force them to confess, with the only condition being that they had to be left alive, which was to avoid any trouble that might arise later.
However, Wu Tingzhu was so enraged by their rebuke that he could hardly resist rushing up and tearing this audacious nun apart. He whispered to Hui School, “Do it, it’s up to you.” With that, he turned around and left the basement.
Lt. Col. Fai gave the order, and a dozen or so thugs swarmed over the four nuns, pinned them to the ground, forcibly stripped them naked and made them stand naked in front of Lt. Col. Fai.
Lt. Col. Huy, who trained at the U.S. military base in Clara, Philippines, in 1954, was President Ngo Dinh Nhu’s chief of guard and was known for his ferocity and violence. After his transfer to Saigon in 1955, he became an active practitioner of Ngo Dinh Nhu’s “iron fist” government. He personally killed dozens of “Viet Cong” during the “Communist Control” campaign.
In early July 1955, he arrested and interrogated a female elementary school teacher named Nguyen Thi Thuyet. At the time, Nguyen Thi Thuyet was 28 years old, the mother of three children and pregnant.
Lieutenant Colonel Huy personally tortured this pregnant woman, employing all kinds of tortures specialized for female offenders. He electrocuted Nguyen Thi Thuyet’s sexual organs, burned her feet with fire, pierced her nipples with needles, and cut her flesh with a scalpel… At the end of the interrogation, he personally hanged her alive in the interrogation room, and then threw her body into a cave in the outskirts of Saigon.
Nguyen Thi Quynh’s body was found in a mangled, bloody mess, and Lt. Col. Huy’s atrocities provoked massive demonstrations. In North Vietnam, Ho Chi Minh personally participated in the vocal rallies, and crowds in the North and South booked a strong demand for the Ngo Dinh Yen government to severely punish the culprits.
However, despite President U Tin Yan’s decision to hunt down Lt. Col. Fai for a public trial, his brother U Tin Ru took Lt. Col. Fai under his protection and soon assigned him to a special police unit under his own direct control.
That incident caused the CIA Saigon Station Director Richardson’s strong dissatisfaction, but also deepened the suspicion of Generals Yang Wenming and Tran Van Tuong on the Wu brothers and for the Wu brothers were later killed.
Right now, facing the four naked nuns, Lieutenant Colonel Fai’s violent nature surged suddenly. The women he had tortured flashed through his mind, as if he heard again the screams and pleas that had satisfied him, and saw again their faces twisted and their bodies spasming with pain.
It was all too familiar and necessary to him. He had ways of breaking women’s wills, from all kinds of abuse to unbearable torture of sensitive parts of their bodies.
Because he enjoyed torturing women prisoners, he did not expect them to confess at the outset, as the infamous Klan leader, Hill Carlos, described when he tortured seals. Describing his abuse of seals (the Klan’s term of endearment for black women), Carlos said, “It takes a process for them to go from physical pain to mental breakdown, and that process should be slow, brutal, and mind-numbing.”
Lieutenant Colonel Fai was just such a person. He did not immediately beat them severely, but scrutinized the four nuns’ naked bodies with interest, as if he were evaluating some livestock.
The middle-aged nun at the head looked to be over forty years old, with a bulbous nose and concave eyes, thin and jagged, with only two collapsed breasts and sparse pubic hair to prove that she was indeed a woman.
Right next to her was a short, stout nun. They were photographed by spies as organizational planners during the procession and funeral.
They were identified as belonging to the armed Binh Trang sect backed by former Army Chief of Staff General Nguyen Van Phan, which had been clashing by force in Saigon City since 1955, and in the fall of the same year, President Ngo Dinh Yen ordered the army to suppress the Binh Trang sect, thus successfully defeating Emperor Bao Dai to become President.
For this reason, the Hirshhorn sect has always been in a fix, waiting for an opportunity to retaliate, and since then several assassinations and terrorist incidents have been linked to this sect.
The night before Venerable Guang De’s self-immolation, it was discovered that Yuan had walked into Venerable Guang De’s scrupulous room.
“She must be the one who poisoned her!” Colonel Fai stared at the short, stout nun and thought to himself, “I’m afraid it will take a lot of work to deal with her.”
His gaze shifted to the other young nun, then stopped still.
Her name is Jing Zhen, twenty-two years old, looks clear-eyed, skin white Zhe, two hemispherical mature breasts and fat body makes it hard to believe that such a beautiful girl will also be recluse empty door.
Her face was horrified, her mouth slightly open, but her eyes glanced from time to time at the body hanging on the iron hook.
“It would be wonderful if such a beautiful woman stood in the human market.” I thought to myself, feeling very sorry for her.
The young nun was about fourteen or fifteen years old, with thick forward protruding lips, a rather long upper body, and pubic hair that had not yet grown, although her breasts had begun to develop. She was humiliated by standing naked in front of the men like this, her face flushed and tears welled up in her eye frames and trickled down her cheeks.
Lt. Col. Hui sneered, pointed at them and said, “The government has now found out your crimes, so it’s useless to deny them.” He paused for a moment and then said, “I have long seen that you are really chanting and practicing, secretly working for the Vietcong. If you know better, you should confess before it’s too late, so that even if you do confess, you won’t have to suffer.”
He paused for a moment, yet none of the four nuns spoke. It was all the same in the beginning, which he expected.
He stepped in front of Edge, reached out and patted her firm breasts, then pinched her nipple and pulled it out.
It was at this moment that Dai Ran let out a loud howl and lashed out a kick at him, but it missed, and Lt. Col. Fai, anticipating Dai Ran’s violent temperament, dodged out of the way. He shook his head with a smirk and ordered his thugs to tie her to the torture rack.
The edge of the strong and powerful, desperately hit scratching and biting, a few beaters with a lot of effort to tie her to the large font of torture racks. At this point, Jing Yuan also cursed to fight to break free from the grip of the thugs and pounced on Lt. Col. Hui.
“You bitch!” Lt. Col. Fai cursed, punching and kicking Jing Yuan, knocking her to the ground, then ordering his thugs to gang rape her in front of the other three nuns until she passed out.
For more than an hour, Lt. Col. Fai sat at the interrogation table, smoking a cigarette as if nothing had happened, a cold smile on his face.
The brutal gang rape was over and the thugs carried Shizen Edge out. Lt. Col. Fai walked up to the edge and pressed the butt of his cigarette into her navel, and to his surprise, the edge bit down on her thick lips and stared right at him with an angry gaze, and did not let out a cry of pain.
The cigarette butt twisted out, leaving a black mark on the bellybutton of the edge.
Lieutenant Colonel Fai shook his head again out of habit, as if he wasn’t dismayed by this one failure.
He toweled to the fact that there were far too many such tenacious women, and although they amazed him with their superhuman perseverance in enduring physical pain, it was enough that they were women after all, no matter what. Unless they could survive out of their flesh, the pain of the skin would always make their fortitude crumble. Of course, it would take some means and time.
Lt. Col. Fai firmly believed in this, although sometimes his belief wavered in the case of certain women who had sworn to die, so that what awaited them would no longer be survival, but a slow death in agonizing pain. At those times, Lt. Col. Fai would try to prolong their agony as long as possible, so that they would collapse at the last moment.
From the moment they met, Lieutenant Colonel Fai realized that the person of that interest in this interrogation was the strong and powerful Yuimoto, and with years of interrogation experience, he concluded from Yuimoto’s face that she was not only capable of poisoning, but could even bring up a gun and kill someone. It was clear that she must have played the role of executioner in the conflict between the Hirakawa Cult and the Takadai Cult.
The gurgling Jing Yuan is one of the masterminds behind the scenes, cerebral and sophisticated, the likelihood of opening a gaping hole through her is slim to none, and torturing her is nothing more than killing a chicken for a monkey’s eye.
The trick had little effect on Rim, who was so accustomed to being forced to endure all manner of beatings from her earliest years that she would have rushed forward to fight to the death had she not been bound by the ropes. However, the sturdy ropes bound her firmly into a large fixed torture rack and moved deep into her insides. Her limbs went from engorged to numb, and the rope around her neck made her gasp for air.
The scenes of Jing Yuan’s compulsion to be gang-raped, she had seen them all and found them particularly disgusting, not just because she was a nun, but because she had never been able to feel a wave of unspeakable loathing for men, like the mood of hating flies.
Her dark eyes had never radiated a gentle glow, her thick mouth protruded forward, sharply defined like a carving, and her firm breasts had not a hint of flesh, but rather were like two rounded, cold pebbles.
Lieutenant Colonel Fai knew in his heart that the mind of such a woman was extremely stubborn, and that breaking her bones would not make her yield at once.
Time, that’s all they wanted now, he wasn’t interrogating an honest country girl, the crux of it all was that the Edge’s mind wouldn’t even consider how unbearable the physical pain was, how terrifying the approach of death was.
She wouldn’t think about that, wouldn’t think about everything that Commander Fai expected her to think about. That would doom all torture of her to nothing.
Thus, Lt. Col. Fai shifted his thoughts to the standardized Jing Zhen and the little nun. Against these two nuns, Lt. Col. Fai had a plan in mind, their terrified expressions and bewildered eyes, their half-open lips and shivering bodies told him that. But the question was how much they knew about the inner workings of this poisoning case, and to what extent were they involved?
Of course, they wouldn’t have known anything about it, never would they have been arrested while the three nuns were discussing something in a secret room in the temple, with the little nun on sentry duty at the door.
The actions of the nuns showed that they were conspirators, led by Jing Yuan, Yu Yuan was responsible for the implementation, Jing Zhen might have acted as a liaison, and the little nun must have known some inside information, so it seemed that the breakthrough was in the bodies of Jing Zhen and the little nun.
In order to make them confess the truth of the matter as soon as possible, Lt. Col. Fai decided to inflict the harshest criminal punishment on Dewan, and even if he could not make her confess, he could still use her pain to intimidate Shizen and the little nun.
He first ordered his thugs to whip the rim hard with a cane whip, then he branded her flesh with a red-hot iron, and in no time at all the whole basement was filled with the odor of charring.
Whenever Dae-rim passed out, the beaters poured cold water over her, and when she awoke, the torture continued.
This brutal torture went on for nearly an hour, and the flesh on Dae-rim’s body was almost burnt to a crisp. Lt. Col. Fai ordered the beaters to use a brush to apply salt water to her body again.
The tearing pain caused Edge to scream out in a harsh voice, and she screamed, “Kill me! Kill me!”
At the sight of this, Jing Zhen fainted, and the little nun stared and hissed shrilly.
Seeing that his purpose had been accomplished, Lt. Col. Fai dragged the little nun to another torture room.
It was a long time before the little nun came out of that torture room and was escorted back to her cell. Her face was pale, she was bent over and struggling to move her feet, teeth marks remained on her tiny breasts, and there was bright red blood on the inside of her thighs, so it was obvious at a glance what she had just gone through.
When the thugs escorted the newly awakened Shizen into that torture room, Terunaka-sensei was reading the confession of the kneeling young nun, and when he saw Shizen being escorted in, he ordered the thugs to go ahead and continue to torture Edge and Shizen with severe torture.
The two thugs exited the room in response. The interrogation room was quiet, it was already four o’clock in the morning, and Jingzhen could hardly open her eyes due to fear and fatigue. She felt Lieutenant Colonel Fai constantly surveying her, and her heart couldn’t help but jump.
Suddenly, she fell to her knees at Commander Teru’s feet…
It’s too cruel… Let’s just call it a day!
This article was originally not intended for publication, but someone chanted and posted it for peace of mind!
If you don’t want to read it, forgive the person who posted the “scripture”, he also has a lot of hard work, but unfortunately the ability can only be fooled around!
Those who want to see it, thanks to the one who posted the “Scripture”, there will be counterproductive effects caused by him to come one after another!
Please chant for the four unfortunate nuns!