Picture of Bao Dai’s Tomb

My friend, the master linguist Bob Headley, sent via Facebook, a photograph of the tomb of Bao Dai in Paris. You can see it at https://www.facebook.com/authorTomGlenn/posts/1873175346253617?comment_id=1873334326237719

I notice that the inscription on the headstone uses a different Vietnamese word for king or emperor than I cited. The term here is Hoang De, a more ancient and formal word than voung.

The Nguyen Dynasty

Tuyet, the principal female character in Last of the Annamese, is a member of the Nguyen family, the dynasty that ruled Vietnam from 1802 to 1945. Much of that time, after the French annexation of Vietnam, starting in the middle of the 19th century, the family became more and more puppets of the French. The last emperor (Vuong in Vietnamese) of the Nguyen dynasty, Bao Dai, was the thirteenth of that family to nominally rule Vietnam. He abdicated in 1945, but his family continued to control great wealth. The clan, meanwhile, had become decidedly Francophile. Bao Dai himself spent most of his time in France (where he was educated), especially on the Riviera.

Tuyet, a close relative of Bao Dai, is a princess. She considers herself vastly superior to others, especially to her husband, Thanh, to whom she was given in marriage to bolster the faltering fortunes of her family. She grew up speaking French and had to learn first Vietnamese and then English to support her husband in his dealings with the Vietnamese government and the Americans.

The family name Nguyen is far and away the most common in Vietnam. My guess is fully half of the Vietnamese population use that name. Yet it is also the name of the last royal Vietnamese dynasty. The story of their corruption by the French and eventual defeat is in some respects an analogue for the history of Vietnam itself. Tuyet’s transformation during Last of the Annamese symbolizes the radical changes Vietnam itself underwent ending in the defeat of the Republic of Vietnam in 1975.

New Review of Annamese Published

A new review of Last of the Annamese has appeared on the Internet Review of Books site. To read it, go to the site (http://internetreviewofbooks.blogspot.com/) and look for the cover of Annamese. Click on the cover and the review will appear.

The review is very favorable, but the author, William Crawford, got both the name and service of the character Colonel Thanh wrong. His name is Pham Ngoc Thanh, not Tranh, and he is a Marine, not an army officer. Granted, a small matter.

What struck me most about the review is how much the author knows about me. My best guess is that he divined most of the information from the book itself or searched for me online. Most important, he got the facts right.

If you feel inclined to do so, let me know your reaction to the review by commenting here.

For an earlier review, go to Bruce Curley’s blog. The URL of the review is http://poetslife.blogspot.com/2016/12/tom-glenns-last-of-annimese.html

Holiday Celebrations in Vietnam, 1974-1975

As the head of the covert NSA operation in Vietnam and the tenant resident, along with my wife and children, of a fine villa in Saigon, it was incumbent upon me to host parties for my subordinates and associates as often as practical. Many of the 43 guys who worked for me were in Vietnam without their families. And the others, who had their wives and children with them, had few chances to socialize with others like them. So at every opportunity, my wife and I hosted gatherings. We had three servants who could manage the work load, and with hazardous duty pay, I could afford the cost. I saw entertaining my guys and their families and one of my duties.

Holidays were the most important. Thanksgiving and Christmas of 1974 will stay in my memory for life. The gatherings were so large that the Saigon police sent extra men to keep watch on my villa lest a VC activist toss a grenade over the walls surrounding our villa. We even hired extra guards to work inside the villa grounds to assure the safety of the guests.

By March, 1975, the gatherings were becoming rare. As the impending attack on Saigon came closer, we had less and less time away from the office, and the danger of a guerrilla attack on the villa caused me to reduce the size and frequency of the gatherings. That same month, I began sending my subordinates and their families out of Vietnam as the threat to the Saigon grew. By April, we had stopped all celebrations. I got my wife and children out of the country on 9 April. The remaining families were gone about the same time. Then came to struggle to get my remaining subordinates out, discussed elsewhere in this blog. By 27 April, only three of us remained, me and the two communicators who had volunteered to stay until the end with me. The city fell two days later, and we were evacuated.

For all that, I remember the gatherings at our villa fondly. Granted, we all felt the unease of growing danger. But the men who worked for me were the finest crew I’ve ever come across. I had enormous respect for their devotion to duty and the skill they brought to bear. Though I never would have used the word with them, I loved them every one. I’ll always be grateful that, in the midst of the tragedy of the fall of Vietnam, we shared a bond of brotherhood and devotion to each other.

Hard Cover of Last of the Annamese Out

Yesterday a box of books arrived from the Naval Institute Press. Last of the Annamese is now in print. I assume that means that those who ordered a copy of the book will receive it shortly. And I’ll have copies to sell and autograph at the many planned events during the next several months.

There’s something unique about holding in one’s hands a printed copy of a book one has written. It brings with it a sense of completion and fulfillment. All the blood, sweat, and tears—in the case of Annamese I mean those words literally—has born fruit.

April 1975: South Vietnamese Air Force Officers Demand Evacuation at Gunpoint

At the end of Last of the Annamese, three South Vietnamese Air Force officers force their way into the DAO Building at Tan Son Nhat, on the northern edge of Saigon, and demand evacuation at gunpoint. They take Chuck Griffin hostage and threaten to shoot him if their demands are not met. Chuck at the behest of the officers negotiates with Marine Colonel Macintosh, the Ground Security Officer—the guy in charge—for the evacuation. The three officers relent, give up their weapons, and surrender to the Americans.

The event described did indeed take place. The three of us still in our office suite—Bob Hartley, Gary Hickman, and I—were waiting to be evacuated when I got a phone call telling me that the three officers were roaming the halls, guns drawn. We were to proceed at once to the evacuation staging area, another office secured by U.S. Marines. We sent our last message, quoted earlier in this blog, reporting that we were closing down, and hurried to the staging area. Later, I was told to wait alone in yet another office until it was my turn to be evacuated. I had to remain there, locked in, because the three renegade officers were still at large. They did take a hostage but eventually gave up their weapons and surrendered. What became of them after that I don’t know.

The Marine colonel who dealt with them and got me and my two communicators out alive was Al Gray, later Commandant of the Marine Corps. I owe him my life. I’ve never met a Marine who didn’t know about General Gray, even today a hero to Marines.

A Message for the President

I subscribe to A Word a Day posted daily by Anu Garg. At the end of each post, Garg includes a quote. Today’s is one I’d like to send to Donald Trump:

“We have abundant reason to rejoice, that, in this land, the light of truth and reason has triumphed over the power of bigotry and superstition, and that every person may here worship God according to the dictates of his own heart. In this enlightened age, and in this land of equal liberty, it is our boast, that a man’s religious tenets will not forfeit the protection of the laws, nor deprive him of the right of attaining and holding the highest offices that are known in the United States”. -George Washington, 1st US president, general (1732-1799)