“You’re right. I probably should attend the ceremony myself. Who all is coming?”
“The US Marines division commander, the chief of the AID mission, the chief of the Hoi An district advisory group, and the mayor of Hoi An are expected.”
“Will there be speeches?”
“Yes, the AID mission chief and Your Excellency will deliver speeches. Yours has been typed and is waiting at the office.”
“I see, thank you. I’ll be there.”
Pham Quyen sprang to his feet.
“My business here is concluded and I shall return, sir.”
“Sit down, young man. By the time you get back, it’ll be siesta. Have lunch here and we’ll leave together.”
The general returned to his room and Quyen again sat idly on the sofa. He picked his notebook up from the table to put it back in his pocket, but something occurred to him and he opened it again, checking carefully to see nothing was amiss.
The capital of Quang Nam Province was Da Nang, a city of two hundred thousand with a possibility of doubling its population as the war expanded. Including the vast uplands inhabited by the highland tribes, the population of Quang Nam was over one million. Route 1 ran up the shore north of Da Nang, over the Aibanh Hills, and then reached the old city of Hue, finally meeting the border with North Vietnam just above Quang Tri.
The Thu Bon River has two branches in its watershed: one has its source near An Diem in the northwest and the other runs from An Hoa in the southwest. The two branches meet at Hoi An, forming a huge lake close by the sea, and then water flows in and out of ocean estuaries down to Tam Ky and Chu Lai. Da Nang is at one of the mouths of the Thu Bon River. The plain southwest of Da Nang is occupied by a US Air Force base. The Dong Dao Hills in front of Da Nang are a US Marine defensive encampment.
The long and rugged Atwat Mountains out beyond the Allied defense line were a region held by the NLF. Hoi An, a city of about forty thousand on the fertile Thu Bon Delta, stands along a lake that slips into the sea. It has been known for centuries as a center for trade in cinnamon, lumber, and silk. About a hundred thousand more people live in the valleys and plain spread out along the surrounding tributary streams. Even with this fertile land, Quang Nam Province had recently had to import twenty thousand tons of rice yearly from the Mekong Delta to feed the urban populations that were constantly being swollen by war refugees. More and more farming land had been transformed by the war into wasteland.
Almost every time there has been a military operation an entire village disappeared. An Diem used to be a village. An Diem was situated at an especially strategic point: it was the entrance to the Ho Chi Minh Trail, a place where the Vietnamese and the highland tribes met, and a region where the National Liberation Front sent forces from their sanctuaries on the Laos border. One of the tribes living on the plateau near An Diem, the Katus, had been fierce resistance fighters under the French and more than half of them had joined the NLF.
Quang Nam Province had retained its own local color, cut off from the west and south by the river and the mountains, separated from Hue by the Aibanh Hills, and bounded on the east by the sea. Consequently, it had traditionally been regarded as the most rebellious region of the country. It was a breeding ground for peasant rebellions and a center of resistance against the French, the Japanese military occupation and, most recently, against the Diem regime. It had produced many of the leaders of the NLF and the Viet Cong army, and their organization was deeply rooted in the province. The NLF central committee had appointed the chairman of the highland people’s autonomy movement, Imi Alleo, as the chief political officer for the central plateau, and Nguyen Thi Dinh as the chairman of the NLF bureau for central Vietnam. Together the two had founded the Quang Nam Liberation Front.
It had been several years since the Americans and the Vietnamese government launched the strategic hamlet program, modeled on the counterinsurgency tactics the British had once employed to pacify guerrillas in Malaysia. It was a political, economic, and military strategy designed to separate the Liberation Front from the local population. The immense numbers of refugees uprooted by the fighting were to be resettled and incorporated under a powerful central administrative structure in order to retake areas liberated by the enemy and minimize further losses of territory.
First, estimations were made for the number of workers it would take to build a village. The cement, construction materials, steel bars, and wire mesh fencing for security purposes would be provided by the Americans. The resettled refugees would be given rice for food. In order to turn the district residents into a self-reliant militia, expenses for education, wages for military training, and weapons and ammunition were to be subsidized. As an incentive for people to set up households within the fenced hamlets, resettlement allowances would be offered. New trucks were to be supplied for transporting all materials and equipment. Schools were to be constructed. Farmland would be parceled out, each household receiving enough seed and fertilizer to cultivate about two acres. To ensure an adequate protein intake, each household would raise a few pigs, with the breeding sows imported from America and their distribution administered by the Agricultural Affairs Bureau of the provincial government. Every family would get about eight sacks of ready-mix cement to build a pigsty, and American surplus cornmeal would be handed out to feed the animals. A system of agricultural credit would be set up.
Pham Quyen was not convinced of the value of this phoenix program, hatched in the naively optimistic brains of narrow-minded experts confident of their exceptional understanding of Southeast Asia. The Vietnamese people knew far better the situation and particularities of Vietnam. But like Pham Quyen in the dispute over mosquito repellant, the Vietnamese also knew that it was better for them to praise these plans, instead of question them.
If Pham Quyen, the chief Vietnamese planner, had demanded that the Americans provide unconditional support but withdraw from the program, the latter would have read it as an attempt to drive them out of Vietnam. And he would be transferred, or sent to the front on the pretext of some trivial mistake.
The ideological propaganda was meant to make this war seen as America’s war. The Vietnamese could speak for themselves, and wisely. They called these phoenix hamlets beginning to sprout up in the southern Mekong Delta and in the southern part of the Central Highlands “Miquo Tonh”—America Towns.
Even when he was alone, Pham Quyen looked gloomy. His personal rule was to never take responsibility for anything. By following this he intended to survive without suffering any loss. He entertained the dream that he’d eventually settle in Singapore or Thailand. He had been an excellent law student at Saigon University. Quyen was a son of the so-called urban bourgeoisie. His father once ran the largest herbal medicine business in Da Nang. The family business had been reduced to ruins, but mountains of cinnamon from all over the Thu Bon region were still stockpiled in their house, waiting for traders from the other provinces. The house always smelled of cinnamon, and a variety of other mysterious dried fruits and medicinal plants could be found spread out in their yard.
More than half of his peers had died young, but Pham Quyen’s father had been lucky enough to live to an old age. When he did die, after surviving the forties and fifties when many villages in Vietnam had been obliterated by incendiary bombs, it was from high blood pressure as he soaked in a bathtub. Pham Quyen had an uncle on his father’s side who lived in Hue and was very different from his father. This uncle had taken part in the resistance against the French. In his youth he had gone to France as a guest worker, and while there had joined in the Annam Youth Labor League. But when the Geneva Accords led to partition of the nation at the seventeenth parallel, when people had to choose between the north and the south, this uncle had remained in Hue. He was now a Chinese herb doctor.