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Going around in a circle

Juris’s skeptical view of war news arriving from the States–from his vantage point on the ground in Viet Nam:
*“Slow but sure progress they keep telling us, but it’s a little hard to see any change when you are up this close to it. Who knows, maybe McNamara has a better view from his plane when he hops over now and then.”
*“Johnson and everybody in the Pentagon seem to think we are finally winning the war but I wonder if the VC have found it out yet. Radio Hanoi is putting out quite a pitch too. The way they talk Reagan will never even run for the presidency because they’ll be in California before November.”
*“Much talk and nothing being done. I don’t know, it sounds like such a sideshow. The president, Ho Chi Minh, Joan Baez, the Pope, and Joint Chiefs of Staff too. Hell everybody. GI’s are very democratic that way. Sounds like a football game or something. Johnson running around waving Gallup polls and casualty lists. Hooray, we’re winning. Quite a spectator sport this hawk-and-dove business. Alas.”
*“We haven’t reached another turning point, have we? They’ve turned so many corners already that I’m getting dizzy from it all. Rather suspect we’re going around in a circle.”
*”I keep thinking how nice it would be to open a newspaper and see by the headlines that the postman lost a spoke on his bicycle yesterday and fell over while on his rounds. Earthshattering stuff like that.”

A big unfunny joke

Clear-eyed from the start, only two months into his tour (April, 1967) Juris wrote: “I was just reading about the peace protests in NY and on the coast. Quite a picture, that mob of people at the U.N. I don’t know what they proposed as a solution, but I dare venture to predict something will break before Nov. ’68 and the election. For all of Johnson’s platitudes and pronouncements on the subject, this thing is going nowhere. He’s either going to have to throw in the towel gracefully – step off and make some big concessions and make it look like something other than saving face — or else step aside for the next poor sap to try his hand at this mess over here. Lyndon can announce and denounce all he likes but that jungle doesn’t budge an inch for all the rhetoric, and these people know their terrain. We hold what we sit on and waltz around during the day but come sundown it’s all “his.” Sometimes they even pop up during the day. The locals recently held their umpteenth holiday rally (very pathetic affairs) and the VC joined it with their own banners and people just to let us know who is really running the show and just how close they can get. And about all we could do was to scare them all off with a few rounds through the Red banners. This whole war is one big unfunny joke.”

Fair elections?

“All quiet in the province,” Juris wrote in late summer 1967. “Too quiet.” Viet Nam was tense because of the elections scheduled for the end of August, when VC harassment was expected everywhere. As a warning, the country was covered with “gory posters of all sorts of atrocities.” The runup to the election had been “quite a surprise. No one apparently expected the civilian candidates to advocate peace negotiations as strongly as they have. It looks like Johnson isn’t the only one losing supporters. The hawks seem to be flying the coop all over. Pretty soon the only fowl left on Capitol Hill will be Lady Bird.”
Given our own fears about election tampering, it’s fascinating to read about the way elections ran in Viet Nam that year. “Thieu and Ky took about 48% of the vote, and did as well in the rest of the country too, I imagine. Little wonder—they were the only ones who could mount any sort of campaign, controlling the government agencies and communications as they do. Somewhat lopsided but at least here a ‘fair,’ untampered election. You never know, though. The Army holds the ballots for safekeeping and could have done anything it liked with them before sending them on to be tallied. And of course government representation did the actual counting so you can’t really be too sure. Still a long cry from the days when they would use candidate symbols on a ballot, except for the government’s choice, and then tell the Montagnards and Viets to choose from them. If you were an illiterate, unsuspecting Montagnard, who would you vote for to run the government—a donkey, an elephant, a flower, or some smiling guy in a uniform?”