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The 13th Half-Brigade of the French Foreign Legion was surrounded by attacking Viet Minh as the battle of Dien-Bien-Phu raged into its final hours.
When it became clear that the fall of this indefensible position was imminent, a group of survivors of the bitter Indo-China fighting gathered at the brigade's underground headquarters
There they cut the brigade's green and red regimental flag into almost thirty pieces, dividing the weather-beaten bits of felt among them, secure that the Legion's colors would not be captured.
Today in the museum at Sidi Bel Abbes, eight of the bits of felt have been placed beneath a glass frame, like a jig saw puzzle with two-thirds of the pieces missing. Legionnaires say all the pieces will come back to Sidi Bel Abbes some day. (from the Baltimore Sunpapers, December, 1955)
Later on he and many of his compatriots were purged by the Communists because they did not support or embrace the Marxist-Leninist diatribes the commies were spouting. He didn't fight to get rid of the foreign oppressors so that he would behold another. But I digress.
I know that the French forces fought against a numerically superior force. However, the Vietminh manhandled artillery pieces and eveything else through sheer human labor. The assault forces weren't even properly armed and supplied. They lived with handfuls of rice and fought with handful of bullets. For many Vietminhs, they were armed with sharpened bamboo stakes and farming implements. They fought against great odds and died by the numbers, driven forward by hatred of the colonials and desperation for freedom. My grandfather claimed that he personally killed a French soldier with his empty M1 carbine and fixed bayonet. He also claimed that he killed dog of a traitor Indochine soldier. I can't substantiate his claims, but the look of rage in his eyes even in today whenever he talked about the war tells me that the man was speaking the truth. The Vietnamese people don't take kindly to foreign oppressors.
We have died by the millions, fighting against technologically superior foes just for the simple belief of freedom. I have no love for the Communists. One of these days, I shall return to the land of my birth and kill my own countrymen or be killed by them also just for a simple cause. If I can't, then my sons shall carry on the fight. Well, who says life is easy.
Airborne All The Way.
Sincerely, Hung Tran Dang
©2000 Herbert Holeman, Ph.D.