This
page is from Harlow Short old A-502
website,
which I downloaded part of it over 10 years ago for
my own studies when his website was
still live.
This has been uploaded on the Gia Vuc
website without Harlow knowing of
it
as I have lost contact, but I am pretty
sure he would appreciate part of his
website been on the "Net"
again.
Harlow, I and
a few friends are looking for you, so
please get in touch if you visit this
page.
Jean Luc (Gia-Vuc.com)
A-502:
The Montagnards
My
best friendwhen
I was in Vietnam was MengNan (nickname 'MeDang'),
a Rhade. The reason he is laughing so
hard here is because he was walking
across the compound with his pants at
half mast tucking his shirt in and I was
trying to take a picture of his black,
with very bright vertical red stripes,
shorts!
When
it came to taking pictures, the Yards
reminded me of country folk circa USA
1870. Altho they were laughing and
joking most of the time, as soon as you
pointed a camera at them they became
rigid and unsmiling. It was paradoxical
because once you knew them it was hard
to imagine a happier people; the Thais
like to refer to their country as the
Land of Smiles, but with the Yards it
was real.
It
is also harder to imagine a more loyal
and courageous people, but you had to
get to know them.
Many
Americans, including me, initially had a
difficult time adjusting to how the
Yards behaved with one another. I almost
went into shock the first time I walked
out of the team house and got grabbed by
two Yards. They would wait outside
bracketing the door way, and when ever
an American they liked would walk out,
they would grab you and holding your
hands, start stroking and petting your
arms as if you were their favorite Teddy
Bear! Poor little rube bumpkin me was
all in a sweat wondering just what in
the hell this was leading to.
However
it wasn't too many months later that
taking advantage of the sun peeking
through the monsoon clouds I was sitting
with a bunch of the Yards outside next
to their bunk house. Yards like to
mingle like a bunch of pups, so when an
American they didn't feel overly fond of
walked over and asked for me they said
they didn't know and shifted all around
so he couldn't see me. Here I was
sitting not more than three feet from
the guy and he didn't know it because of
all the Yards that were piled on one
another including me. I thought it was
hilarious, no thought of phobias; your
attitude tends to change about
superficial mannerisms when the people
you are with have saved your life untold
times and would continue to do so until
the last one of them was dead.
Their
attitude toward Americans who they
considered their friends almost defies
description. They would do anything for
you, they treated you just like a
favored relative. They were constantly
on the lookout for you about any and
everything no matter how minor or
serious. The first day I was at camp I
had my 35mm camera out taking pictures
and the next thing I knew I felt a tap
on my shoulder and was being admonished
by an older Yard about being careless
because I had left the camera case,
which he was holding under my nose,
sitting on a bench in the dispensary.
And later on I found out these were the
same guys who would stick with you in
the middle of a fire fight, after the
whole company of Viet CIDG had run off,
no matter what the odds. This sort of
caring never stopped and they never
really asked for anything except your
friendship in return.
*You
know where I would like to be
right now?… Sitting back in
one of my Yard's hutches, Its
raining, you can smell the smoke
from their cooking, can't you
see that black on the ceiling
with the gold edges from the
smoke, its raining, coming down
hard, the choppers can't come,
its all peaceful, just laid
back, no worries, no problems,
just peace, My Yards, My
Friends. God Bless you and I
will be there waiting on you.
One
of the few things they ever asked for
was detergent powder from the PX that
they could take back to their families
in the Yard village,Cai
Cai, on
their days off. But these requests had
strings attached: They always had to pay
before they would accept it - if you
picked some up before payday they
wouldn't take it until they had the cash
to give you. It was insane. They were
constantly giving us gifts of bracelets
and cross-bows they had made by hand.
When we were out in the jungle on an
operation, they would gather all sorts
of vegetables and spices, such as bamboo
shoots and cinnamon; then at lunch or
dinner we would give them our canned
mackerel or whatever we had and they
would make up these really great three
or four course meals for us to eat. If
we had ever tried to pay for any of this
they would have been so insulted they
might not have talked to us for a month.
It
was also almost impossible to give them
gifts in return. In this picture "MeDang"
is holding a radio that I had initially
bought for myself. When I mentioned
getting a different one he expressed
interest in it and I tried to give it to
him. He finally took it on the day he
could pay me in full the price I told
him I had paid! When we closed the camp,
for lack of a better idea I bought a
bunch of Zippo lighters to give the
Yards and at first they refused to take
them. I finally had to embarrass them by
saying that if they didn't then it had
to mean they weren't really my friends.
When
it was certain that we were closing our
camp and that in fact Special Forces was
being phased out of country and all
Americans would soon follow, I asked the
Yards what they were going to do. The
Yard second in command told me that they
were very close to the Cambode people
and that perhaps he would go to
Cambodia. For nearly thirty years I have
agonized over that comment, for in fact
until very recently with the advent of
the Internet, I had never heard anything
concrete about their fate - I never
tried hard because I just couldn't bear
to know.
What
we hear now is not good. The Vietnamese
have always considered Montagnards as 'moi',
savages not worthy of consideration.
Abandoned to their fate by the Western
powers the Vietnamese communist fanatics
branded them as traitors even tho the
Vietnamese never exercised political
dominion over the Montagnards until the
end of the Second Indochinese War in
1975, when the Americans turned their
backs on them. They have been hunted
down, killed, incarcerated in
re-education camps, dispossessed of
their ancestral lands, and treated at
best as second class citizens. Out of a
population estimated at 2 million prior
to WWII today there may be as few as
600,000; a figure that makes what
happened in Cambodia pale in contrast.
The
best historical perspective I have found
is at theMontagnard
Foundationwhich
is an official web site for a political
arm of the Montagnards. Other sites
include theSave
The Montagnardsand
theCedar
Point Foundation.
Bob Donoghue of the Cedar Point
Foundation has found that great good can
be accomplished for Yard populations
with just a small input. He has also
found that in Vietnam government
attitudes can be changed for the better
once it is demonstrated that westerners
who are interested in the Yards' welfare
are also willing to help Vietnamese
people.
Their
need is enormous, anything we can
do is worth doing, and nothing we
do can ever repay the debt of
friendship owed to these brave
loyal people who sacrificed so
much for us.
(A-502
Photo Page)Harlow
Short 2/Dec/2000 Please
note this webpage is from A-502
old website
and has been posted temporary on
the Gia Vuc Website
until I can get in touch with
Harlow Short
Steve Sherman the
archivist for
the Special Forces and Special Operations Associations
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