I think people should be honest. The reason that US withdrew its troop from VN because she lost war, as simple as that.
VNese never forget the help from peace-loving Americans. Here, let's look at a great poem written by To Huu, one of our greatest poet of our time:
Ê-mi-ly, con (Emily, Child) - Tố Hữu (1965)
Emily, come with me
Later you'll grow up you'll know the streets, no longer feel lost
- Where are we going, dad?
- To the banks of the Potomac
- To see what, dad?
Nothing my child, there's just the Pentagon.
Oh my child, your round eyes
Oh my child, your locks so golden
Don't ask your father so many questions, dear!
I'll carry you out, this evening you'll going home with your mother...
Washington
Twilight
Oh, those souls
That remain or are lost
Blaze, blaze the Truth!
Johnson!
You fucker, your crimes accumulate
All humanity detests
The yellow demon upon this earth.
You cannot borrow the crimson waters
Of God, and Buddha's yellow.
McNamara
Where are you hiding, asshole? In the burial yard
Of a five corner building
Each corner a continent
You still squeeze your head
Inside hot flames
Like the ostrich buries its head in the scorching sands
Look over here!
Look at me right now!
Oh it's not only me with my little daughter in my arms
I am Today
And my daughter, oh Emily, you are forever!
I stand awake,
With the great heart
Of a hundred million
Americans.
To flame, light up the horizon
A light
Of Justice.
Hey all you fuckers, pack of devils
In whose name?
You bring B52s
Napalm, poison gas
From the White House
From Guam
To Vietnam
To liquidate peace and national freedom
To incinerate hospitals and schools
Murder people who only know love
Murder kids who only know going to school
Murder green fields, four seasons of leaves and blossoms
And even murder rivers of poetry, music and art!
In whose name?
You bury the bloom of our youth in coffins
Oh, those strong, handsome sons
Who can transform nature to into electricity, steel
For people's happiness today!
In whose name?
You bring me to dense jungles
Spiked pits, muddy fields of resistance
Villages that become fortress that disperse to reappear
Nights and days where the heavens and earth shake and jolt
Oh Vietnam, a strange land
To the children who become heroes
To the wild bees who train to be warriors
And the trees and flowers become weapons!
Go ahead and die, die
All you jerks, a pack of demons
And I ask that you listen, my America!
To the voices of pain, of eternal hatred
Of a child. Of a person of this century
Emily, oh child!
It's beginning to get dark...
I can carry you no further
When I ignite, light up as a flame
Tonight, your mother will come find you
You'll hug her and kiss
Her for me
And tell your mother this for me:
I left happy, mother don't be sad!
Washington
Twilight
Remains or is lost?
It's come, the moment when my heart's brightest
I set fire to myself
So the flames dazzle
Truth.
The little girl Emily, 18 months old, is the youngest daughter of Norman Morrison. So great was his love, on November 11, 1965, Morrison brought Emily from home to the Pentagon and looked at her a final time before he self-immolated to oppose the American war of invasion in Vietnam.
(7-11-1965)
"War Critic Burns Himself To Death Outside Pentagon," New York Times (November 3, 1965), 1.
[Ann Morrison's statement ]
"Norman Morrison has given his life today to express his concern over the great loss of life and human suffering caused by the war in Vietnam. He was protesting our Government's deep military involvement in this war. He felt that all citizens must speak their convictions about our country's action."
"Death of a Quaker: His friends see a lesson," New York Times(November 7, 1965), 2.
Morrison : The richer we get materially, the poorer we get spiritually.
- "Norman was a mystic," the friend continued. "He had a direct, emotional experience of God, not as a master puppeteers pulling the strings, but as a creative force of love."
- In the recollection of conversations with Mr. Morrison there is an endlessly restated question: What can a man do with his life? How can he best show his beliefs? When must thoughts give way to deeds?
