National Geographic : 1962 Nov
gathering the bodies into reed mats, the traditional shrouds of the region. They murmured leadenly at the grisly evidence of butch ery by bayonet. Not only men had been slaughtered; I counted the bodies of six women and children. In the morgue, too, I saw the one prisoner taken during the day-a woman who had apparently come with the raiders as a medic (page 735). From the grassy area just beyond the village, the place that served as our copter pad, came the thunder of rotor blades. The wounded were about to be airlifted to the provincial hospital and the dead taken out for burial in their home communities (page 734). The villagers wailed their grief. Two of the new-made widows had come to Vinh Quoi with their soldier husbands only weeks before. One sat tear-blinded beside her husband's reed-wrapped remains, their year-old baby in her arms (page 733). When she stepped aboard the copter for the ride to relatives near Khanh Hung, I carried the baby. Four days later I covered a helicopter mission that led to un alloyed success. It, too, began with a visitor to the briefing room, a U. S. infantry adviser, Capt. Richard A. Jones. He wore the Ranger patch and the master parachutist wings on his fatigues. With him was another American adviser and about 60 Viet- Civility in the midst of strife: Buddhist monk invites a Special Forces team and its camouflage-clothed interpreter to tea in a monastery near Khanh Hung. The monk lost a finger in an attack by the Communists, who are anti-Buddhist as well as anti-Christian. Sightseeing American servicemen tour the ornately carved monastery temple, whose images reflect the influence of Thailand.