"Afraid not," Moon said. Back in the prison, on the other side of the moat, Rice hadn"t been able to remember how to reach this village. He"d said it was something he"d have to sort of find somehow.
He"d only remembered the name was Vin Ba and it was near the Vietnam border.
"Here," Osa said, and handed Rice a pen.
Rice made a tiny X on the map. And out in the Gulf wrote Vin Ba-four clearings in a row. Vin Ba-four clearings in a row.
Osa was looking over his shoulder. "I think that"s not too far from the village where my brother-"
"Right about here," Rice said. "On this next ridge. There"s a little village down in the valley- maybe a couple of hundred people with some terraced rice paddies. And up on the ridge in the forest there"s a Montagnard settlement where Osa"s brother has his little clinic. Osa will remember it." He made a second X, folded the map, and handed it to Moon.
Lum Lee was standing beside Teele now, looking through the binoculars. Without them, Moon could now make out five craft, all small, three with sails.
Rice was looking at Moon, expression curious. "What are you thinking about this business?"
Moon shrugged.
"Scared?"
"Yeah. Matter of fact, I am."
Rice laughed. "But you"ll go on in," he said. "Ricky told me about you."
From behind them came the voice of Mr. Lee. "On the radio just a minute ago they were saying that Pol Pot has made a broadcast. They will cleanse Cambodia of oppression and corruption by returning their country to Zero Year. They will go back to the simple, clean ways. No more parasite predators living in the filth of the cities. The cities will be emptied. People will go back to the land."
"My G.o.d," Osa said. "What will that mean?"
"Maybe it is political rhetoric," Mr. Lee said. "But we were listening to Radio Jakarta earlier. They said Pol Pot"s army was evacuating Phnom Penh. The soldiers were forcing everybody out of their houses and marching them out into the country."
Rice was grinning, the sunset red on his face. "We"re just in time," he said. "Everybody is going to be too busy with their own worries to pay attention to us."
"Yes," Mr. Lee said, "maybe so." And he made a sweeping gesture to take the seven little craft now visible in the dying light. "Just in time. In a few hours we are going in. Everybody else is coming out."
RED FORCES WITHIN MILE OF SAIGON.
AS TANKS AND ARTILLERY CLOSE IN.
-New York Times, APRIL APRIL 28, 1975 28, 1975
AFTER SUNDOWN THE RAIN HAD begun. It was warm, soft, and steady, with a mild breeze behind it. But now, maybe an hour before dawn, the clouds broke up again. The full monsoon would be here a little later, Mr. Lee told them. In maybe a week. Then the rain would be steady. But tonight the first third of the moon hung high in the west. There were stars overhead, and just in front of them was the white line of beach and above it the black wall of sh.o.r.eline vegetation.
Osa was huddled near the stern of what Captain Teele called in his odd mixture of English and Dutch his "shure boot." She was talking to Mr. Lee, who seemed to have perfect sea legs and rarely sat down even when this awkward craft was rolling through the heavy swells out in the blue water. Mr. Suhuannaphum sat beside her- a.s.signed to take the sh.o.r.e boat back to the Glory of the Sea Glory of the Sea but demoted now to the role of pa.s.senger. When they neared sh.o.r.e and moved into the brown water flowing out of the Mekong, they entered Rice"s territory. Rice had taken over the navigation. but demoted now to the role of pa.s.senger. When they neared sh.o.r.e and moved into the brown water flowing out of the Mekong, they entered Rice"s territory. Rice had taken over the navigation.
"Here on in we need to keep it quiet," Rice told them. "Normally at night you wouldn"t worry much, because the devils come out after dark and these delta farmers like to stay in their hooches with the doors closed. But now things ain"t normal."
Things weren"t normal, Rice explained, because the Vietnam navy personnel who took over the U.S. Navy patrol boats and their bases were mostly refugees from the north end of the nation.
"They came down here because they hated the Commies, and because they hate the Commies, Saigon figured it could trust them in patrol boats," Rice said. "You know, not to take the boats and go over to the other side. Anyhow, the point is these guys are mostly Christians, or maybe a different kind of Buddhist, whose demons stay home at night. So they patrol just they way we trained "em to. Sneak along in the dark, listening. Maybe turn off the engine and just float. Hear an infiltrator, turn on the light, and zap "em. Taking the night away from the Cong, we called it."
"But now," Osa said, "it is so dark I don"t know how you can possibly see where you"re going."
"You don"t exactly see it," Rice said. "Actually, you sort of feel it. Do you notice how choppy it is under the boat now? Just b.u.mp-b.u.mp-b.u.mp? b.u.mp-b.u.mp-b.u.mp? No more upsy-downsy rolling from the waves coming in. Here that"s being canceled out by the current, the brown water coming out. So when it"s dark, you just keep in the middle of the current best you can. No more upsy-downsy rolling from the waves coming in. Here that"s being canceled out by the current, the brown water coming out. So when it"s dark, you just keep in the middle of the current best you can.
And if you think you"re lost, you use these night binoculars."
"But so many different mouths to this river," Osa said. "I think they called it "Nine Dragons.""
"Two of "em are silted up and closed. They oughta call it "Seven Dragons," but with the gooks nine is the lucky number."
Moon now could see that the trees lining the sh.o.r.e were some sort of palms. Soon their crowns were outlined against the stars, almost overhead. And then they were past the palms. Inland. The air felt different: hotter, heavy with humidity. Moon was sweating. The soft sound of the current now drowned the murmur of the idling engine.
The sky lightened a little with a false dawn. Moon saw that the forest lining the river was no longer palms. And no longer alive. The jungle was leafless, dead. Barren limbs formed a black tracery against the horizon. He pointed that out to Osa.
"Agent Orange," Osa said. "I think that"s what killed everything."
"Only We Can Prevent a Forest," Rice said, s.p.a.cing the words. "That was the slogan of the C-One-thirty guys who dropped the stuff. They"d zap the jungle so we could see, then we"d come along and zap the Cong."
The smell of the sea was gone now. Moon"s nostrils picked up the aroma of flowers, of decayed vegetation, of rancid mud, the perfume of sandalwood and smoke. Sweat ran down from his eyebrows into the corners of his eyes.
Rice throttled down the engine. "Better be quiet now," he said. "This one we"re in they call Cu"a Cung Loi, I think it is. Probably means ninth mouth, or something like that. Anyway, it"s the mouth furthest from Saigon. Full of Vietcong before we got "em-"
Mr. Suhuannaphum was whispering something.
"Something"s coming," Osa said in a low, low voice. "Can you hear It?"
Moon heard it. The sound of someone crying. A child"s wail. A tinny rattling. Hushed voices. The creak of wood on wood. The steady thumping of a heavy engine.
Rice cut the motor.
It was off somewhere to their right. Coming toward them but farther out in the channel.
"There," Osa whispered, pointing.
A dark shape, looming above the water. And then it came out of the shadows into the moon path: a sampan, Moon guessed. It had a high round bow and a roof from which the light reflected. Probably tin, Moon thought. It moved steadily past them, loaded with whispers, with someone sobbing and someone scolding, the sounds of sorrow and despair. And then they could see only its stern, quickly disappearing again into the shadows of the mangrove trees.
"Well," Rice said, "I wish them luck." He restarted the motor.
"Refugees from that dreadful war," Osa said. "Probably no place to go. They must be frightened."
"Scared to death," Rice said. "Ghosts are out in the dark at night. They call "em kwei, kwei, the Hungry Ones. They"re the spirits of folks who die without any children to take care of their bones. They get out of the underworld after dark and go around causing bad luck, making people sick." the Hungry Ones. They"re the spirits of folks who die without any children to take care of their bones. They get out of the underworld after dark and go around causing bad luck, making people sick."
"And us," Osa said. "I think you should also wish us to be lucky."
"I think we"re already being lucky," Moon said.
About dawn they saw a flare arc into the sky, across the river and maybe a mile to the east. Two more flares rose and died away, and then there was the sudden sound of a machine gun. Moon reached out his hand, touched Osa"s arm, and she rewarded him with a strained smile. But the gunfire lasted only a few seconds. It aroused frogs and night birds and provoked challenging calls from the same sort of lizards he"d heard on Palawan Island. That, too, quickly died away.
Silence then. Only the purr of the motor, the hiss of the hull sliding through the brown water, the small clatter when Mr. Suhuannaphum shifted his feet. Moon noticed the night was fading fast. He could make out the shape of mangrove trunks, see the pattern of the current on the water surface, discern flotsam moving with the stream. Beside the bank ahead, a man-made shape loomed. It seemed to be a platform raised above the riverbank on stilts with an odd shape built on it.
Rice noticed him staring at it.
"Used to be a house," Rice said. "The VC used it, and we flushed them out and burned it."
The sky was reddening now in the east. A rooster crowed somewhere nearby, exuberant. And awoke another rooster. A dog barked. Something bulky was floating past, a hundred yards out in the current. Cloth. A human body too far out in the river to determine gender. And beyond it something else that looked like a floating bundle. Another body? Too far away to be sure. He glanced at Osa. She was looking inland. So was Rice.
"There"s a few rice paddies back there behind the mangroves," Rice said. "Eight or nine hooches, best I remember. The ARVN boys thought they might be Vietcong, but then they thought everybody might be Vietcong. It"s the way they stayed alive."
"Do you think the army will still be here?" Osa said. "They must know they"ve lost the war."
"I don"t know," Rice said. "They had this Yellow Tiger Battalion stationed here. Part of an airborne regiment. If they were normal ARVN, I think they"d just shoot some civilians and steal their clothes and pretend to be just plain folks. But these Tigers were tough cookies. Had a colonel named Ngo Diem. Supposed to be mean as a snake." He chuckled. "Even the marines liked "em, and the marines didn"t like n.o.body."
From far across the river came another sound. It sounded to Moon like a truck engine starting.
"We got to stick close to the bank now," Rice said. "Around that bend behind that bunch of palms there"s an old LST anch.o.r.ed. LST," he repeated. "Landing Ship Tank. The U.S.S. Pott County. Pott County. They anch.o.r.ed it out there and used it as a base for our river patrol boats. Then in "seventy-three they turned it over to the Vietnam navy." They anch.o.r.ed it out there and used it as a base for our river patrol boats. Then in "seventy-three they turned it over to the Vietnam navy."
He looked at Moon.
"What do you think? Should we check in with the good gooks, tell "em what we"re doing here?"
"Maybe we should," Moon said, doubtfully. "We"re in here illegally, of course. But maybe they"d be too busy this morning to think about that. What do you think?"
"I think first we should sort of take a look and see what we can see," Rice said. "Could be Charley"s taken the place over by now."
They took the first look from almost a mile away. Mr. Suhuannaphum extracted a set of very large, very heavy binoculars from somewhere, steadied them against the gunwale of the sh.o.r.e boat, and spent a long time looking. Moon could make out nothing in the dim light except flat dark shapes far out from the distant sh.o.r.e. Mr. Suhuannaphum, however, occasionally muttered under his breath, or sighed, or made disapproving sounds. Finally he handed the binoculars to Rice.
"What did you see?" Moon asked him.
Mr. Suhuannaphum grinned, struggled for words, shrugged, said: "I think bang." He threw up his hands to demonstrate. "Some fire. n.o.body home." He shrugged again and added, "Maybe so."
Rice was more expressive but less informative. "Well, s.h.i.t," he said. He put down the gla.s.ses. "Let"s get a little closer."
He maneuvered their boat out into the rougher current, angling upstream. Moon picked up the binoculars. First he noticed the smoke. Not much of it, but it rose from the midsection of the Pott County, Pott County, and the and the Pott County Pott County seemed to have tilted sharply toward them. He could see the flat deck of a helicopter pad and a half dozen little boats lined against a system of docks tied to the ship. There was no sign of life. seemed to have tilted sharply toward them. He could see the flat deck of a helicopter pad and a half dozen little boats lined against a system of docks tied to the ship. There was no sign of life.
"Sons of b.i.t.c.hes," Rice said. "You gotta protect those things from sh.o.r.e attacks. Got to have outposts out there to keep people with rocket launchers from doing that to you."
"Is that what happened?" Moon said. "Hit with a rocket?"
"Probably half a dozen rockets, which set the sucker on fire, so the PBR crews got in their boats and headed for safety."
Moon said, "But they"re still there."
"Four or five," Rice said. "Usually there"d be about thirty tied up at the docks. Probably they had a bunch of people killed in the attack. I guess they took as many as they needed." He sighed. "Well, h.e.l.l," he said. "Let"s get a little safer," and he turned their boat back toward the sh.o.r.e.
It was almost full light now, the eastern horizon bright. Upstream, Moon saw a little boat sailing along the far bank, tall mast in front, short one behind. Behind it, farther out in the current, two other boats moved downriver. Rice accelerated the engine to full speed.
"Well, here we are," he said, and pointed to the left bank ahead. A large concrete building stood there, tile-roofed and raised on the stilts that the rise and fall of the Mekong made necessary. A wharf extended from the building into the river, and behind the building stood a row of bamboo structures roofed with tin and surrounded by a high fence surmounted with barbed wire.
"If our luck holds like it"s been, Yager will be waiting here," Rice said. "And he"ll have a bird all fueled up, and we"ll get going on this before the sun gets hot."
Their luck didn"t hold. Yager wasn"t there. Neither was anyone else. No one came out of the building to greet them as they docked. Rice looped the anchor rope of the sh.o.r.e boat over a piling. Old Mr. Lee hopped onto the planking, helped Osa out, and offered Moon a hand. Rice tossed their gear ash.o.r.e. Mr. Suhuannaphum reversed the outboard engine and began backing the sh.o.r.e boat away.
"I"ll go see if anybody"s home," Rice said, and trotted down the dock and into the warehouse.
Mr. Suhuannaphum was also in a hurry. He held up his left hand with his thumb folded in and three fingers extended and shouted something that sounded like "Tree dee."
"Right," Mr. Lee shouted back and held up three fingers too.
"What"s that about?" Moon asked.
"That"s the promise Captain Teele made," Mr. Lee said. "He will keep Glory of the Sea Glory of the Sea out in international waters for three days. And then he will come back to the mouth of the Mekong to look for us." out in international waters for three days. And then he will come back to the mouth of the Mekong to look for us."
"If something goes wrong," Moon said.
Mr. Lee nodded. "Just in case the wind and water have not been right for us."
And then the motor on Mr. Suhuannaphum"s sh.o.r.e boat was going vrooom. vrooom. Racing down the river, back toward the clean, clear blue water of the South China Sea. Toward the Racing down the river, back toward the clean, clear blue water of the South China Sea. Toward the Glory of the Sea. Glory of the Sea. Toward safety. Toward safety.
Special to the New York Times New York Times BANGKOK, Thailand, April 28-In an implicit warning to both North Vietnam and international relief organizations, the new government of Cambodia served notice that no "foreign intervention" would be allowed in the country.
The warning was broadcast over Phnom Penh radio and came as refugees flooding into Thailand reported ma.s.s executions by Khmer Rouge troops of those accused of being "exploiters of the people."
WITH THE MORNING LIGHT UPON it, the Mekong was busy despite the rain. Little boats were everywhere, being sailed, rowed, poled, pushed along with outboard motors. Moon sat on a bundle of something wrapped in burlap, hungrily eating a sticky mixture of rice and pork with his fingers and thinking about the bodies he"d seen floating past in this morning"s darkness.
"It"s no use trying to be neat," Osa said. "Eating with your fingers neatly, it is simply not possible."
Osa was sitting on the next bale, eating exactly the same rice mixture neatly.
The rain pattered steadily on the tin roof above them, dripped from the warehouse eaves, splashed in the puddles formed on the dock. Moon heard a thumping sound, far away but too regular to be thunder. He recognized the sound of artillery fire, or perhaps heavy mortars. According to Moon"s map, the only major town upstream was Can Tho, where Highway One bridged this arm of the Mekong. Perhaps they were fighting for that. Anyway, it must be a lot quieter here than around Saigon. The radio Rice had turned up loud in the hangar was full of bad news. The Tan Son Nhut air base had been bombed. That was next door to the capital, and apparently the planes that bombed it were U.S.-built fighter bombers-either turncoat pilots of the Vietnam Air Force or planes captured on the ground up north when Phan Thiet and its air base were taken. It didn"t seem to matter much. One radio report said ARVN marines had seized a C-130 trying to take off from Nha Trang with a load of refugees, forced the civilians out, and flown away. Big Minh, the new president since yesterday, was on the air. The reporter on Rice"s wavelength said he appealed to all citizens to be courageous, not to run away, not to abandon the tombs of their ancestors.
Everything was coming apart. Moon didn"t want to think about it.
What time would it be in Los Angeles? Evening. if she was lucky, if Dr. Serna had made no mistakes, his mother would be recovering now. Her heart pumping blood through unclogged bypa.s.ses, her surgical incisions healing. She might be out of the intensive care unit, in a regular room, reading the L.A. Times L.A. Times about disaster in Southeast Asia, watching television news, perhaps thinking of how alone she was, wondering what had happened to her unreliable elder son. Had Dr. Serna given her his promise? And what would she think of it? about disaster in Southeast Asia, watching television news, perhaps thinking of how alone she was, wondering what had happened to her unreliable elder son. Had Dr. Serna given her his promise? And what would she think of it?
Or the other possibility. Messages awaiting him at the hotel in Puerto Princesa and the emba.s.sy in Manila regretting to inform him that Victoria Mathias Monck had not survived the operation.
That would release her, at last, from her burdens.