Good-bye Tan Son
Nhut... March or April? The exact date escapes me right
now. Had just finished TDY tour at Biên Hòa with the 377th SPS, DET-1. Spent several tours of duty outside of Peace
Commission talks which began at Tan Son Nhut, in January 1973. I recall
the humiliation of standing next to VC counterpart during the talks.
NLF Delegation had been afforded the comforts of Camp Alpha during peace
talks.
Secretary Kissinger and Vice President Agnew
had been through TSN, evidently, to convince RSVN President Thieu that
the bogus peace pact was a good one. Anyway our bags were packed and
it was obvious that we were leaving any day. At some point after returning
from Biên Hòa, our 377th SPS Air Base defense unit was incorporated
into the 377th SPS Law Enforcement unit. I think this is how I found
myself on the Main Gate at TSN on the final night of the 1973 American
military withdrawal from Vietnam.
It was not like the chaotic end of the American
presence in RSVN which was to occur in 1975. As a matter of fact, it
looked like it was just going to be another long and boring late shift.
The lumbering C-130 gun ship circled above, dropping illuminating flares
and it was approaching 2 A.M. My Quah Canh (QC) partner and I were somewhat
surprised when a deuce and a half pulled up and the driver said to me,
"Get On." I think, I hesitated for half a second and was about
to say good-bye to the QC. But he turned his back on us, not looking
very pleased. I don't blame him. I knew and he knew that his future
was not too bright. I very quickly got over his problem and hopped
onto the back of the truck.
Back in the cantonment area, we changed into
khaki uniforms and were transported out to the flight line. To my astonishment,
two TWA 747's were parked on the tarmac. Cool! Maybe they had round
eyed stewardesses aboard! It seemed like forever that we stood loosely
about in ranks and the large, bright orange sun was beginning to come
up. It was daylight when a convoy of vehicles pulled up. Out alighted
all kinds of official looking people.
I recall at least one table being set up with
chairs. An NLF official was chatting on a field phone. And I'll never
forget the female VC with a green chiffon scarf wrapped around her pith
helmet. She began photographing us with an old (I think, eastern-block)
camera. We began to board. Some of us flipped the female VC the bird.
"VC, beaucoupe toom-toom!"
Good-bye Tan Son Nhut.
A1C George T. Leather