Continuing posts on my memories of the fall of Saigon in April 1975:
Forty-five years ago today, 17 April 1975, I was hunkered down in my office at Tan Son Nhat, on the northern edge of Saigon, doing my frantic best to evacuate all my men and their wives and children before the North Vietnamese took Saigon. I knew the final collapse was only weeks away. The guys left in my comm center brought me reports of the fall of Phnom Penh, the capital of the Khmer Republic (Cambodia), to the Khmer Rouge, the Cambodian communists allied to North Vietnam. In the days that followed, those of us still left in Saigon read the grim reports from Phnom Penh. Captured Khmer Republic officials and members of the military were taken to the Olympic Stadium where they forced to write confessions prior to their executions, some by beheading, some by firing squad.
For the first time in my life, I learned what terror tasted like.