*This post has some graphic descriptions of wartime
Today was the day that I really addressed the war. I went to the cu chu tunnels, a network of underground tunnels that the VietCong used to evade and kill soldiers. This was my one day specifically set aside to address the war and I wasn’t really sure what to expect. We drove an hour and a half to the region where the tunnels began, entering the jungle-like terrain that I had expected all of Vietnam to be. We arrived, walked through a tunnel to the open area where our tour began. It turns out that some of the other groups who came actually had tour guides who were Vietcong and obviously received a much different experience than me. I couldn’t tell the opinions of my guide, he was very objective about the entire thing. I think that helped me a lot because then it was really just me analyzing facts rather than hearing obviously opinionated views. Anyways, he took us to into the jungle and stopped at a tree to start talking. I thought he this was like other tours where they give you a bit of background information a little ways in, just to be away from the other tour groups. Nope, it turns out we were standing right next to one of the original openings to the top layer of the tunnel. Now, the tunnels have three layers, which the tunnels themselves become successively smaller as you go down. The rooms and living spaces are on the first layer, such as hospitals, kitchens and arms factories. The third layer was used more to avoid the bombs, but they all lead to the river as escape routes in case the Americans were bombing over the tunnels. Also, this is why the gas didn’t kill them, when the Americans would pump gas into the tunnels, they would just retreat lower and avoid it. In a very objective sense, it is quite amazing how they made these tunnels, with little engineering background or anything. They just started digging, made this maze and memorized it. Many times today, I had the mixed feeling of disgust for the things they did to US troops and awe at how cunning and ingenious their moves were. In a game of chess, they certainly knew how to divert your attention to the wrong areas.
So, back to the opening, which was covered in leaves and basically indistinguishable from the ground. He moved the leaves away to reveal a small rectangular opening, maybe 12”x8”. The demoed how a Vietcong would jump down and lower the lid back ontop of the closing, while keeping the leaves on top, so as to keep it hidden. Then they let us try. The opening was a bit larger than me, but not by much, and the lid was heavier and harder to balance the leaves than expected. I still don’t know how they did this with guns in a quick manner, but it was not as easy as it looked. Before we left, he told us how the Americans had built a base right ontop of the tunnels, not realizing how close they were. This meant that the Vietcong could come out and retreat nearby easily. When we eventually found out what some of these openings looked like, the Vietcong would figure out which ones we knew about and make them decoys. They would essentially stop using those access points and place bombs under them, rigged to go off when an American would unsuspectingly open it. While we were there, he told us how a large recess in the ground nearby was actually a crater from one of the mines. It was probably 25 ft across, which was much larger than I expected, though it makes sense that it would have a wide range.
The next thing we saw was a bamboo trap. I knew that there were awful traps, but I didn’t quite know their nature or what they looked like. The first trap we saw looked like just a patch of grass. It turned out to be a large, revolving door with a pit of spikes, much like a tiger trap. Have you ever seen Jurassic Park 3? There is a part of the movie where the velociraptors break a guy’s leg because they knew there were several more humans in the trees. They left and woman tries to go down and save him. She is stopped before actually hitting the ground, just as the raptors come out of hiding, trying to eat her. That was the purpose of this trap. Our guide told us that it wasn’t meant to kill you, but just hurt you enough so that you could be tortured. Additionally, Vietcong would wait around these traps to ambush the unfortunate soldier’s friends who tried to help save him. This was true for most of the traps that we saw, it wasn’t meant to fully kill you, just maim you enough for you to become a decoy. The average American wonders why so many of the Vietnam Veterans have PTSD and other psychological problems – well, I don’t see how you can be normal after going through something like this, knowing that every step could set off some terrible booby trap that won’t actually kill you or that you can’t actually help your buddies because you’ll get killed doing so. It is sad that they did not receive a warm welcome home because they certainly deserved it.
We then saw some other openings to the first layer, disguised as holes in the ground, much like termite nests. It turns out they had air holes every 20m, usually a hole in a termite mound so that it was indistinguishable from nature. We saw an original trench dug by the US, right over one of the tunnels in fact. We then saw mannequins of the Vietcong and learned how they would dress as the local famers. In fact, sometimes they actually were businessmen or other local professions by day and they would be soldiers at night. We saw one of the US tanks, which was not as large as I thought it would be. It had blown up when it went over a land mine. Turns out, the Vietcong would often steal the landmines and place them elsewhere. Because of this, there is still a million and a half tons (don’t completely remember the statistics, but it’s along these lines) of landmines left in Cambodia and Vietnam they have yet to find. Oh, and as a side note, they had a shooting range where you could try one of the guns they used in the war. No one in my group tried it, but you could hear the gunfire randomly throughout our tour. I was glad because it made the experience more real. You could barely make anything out beyond 5 feet in that jungle and it seemed to just swallow up the gunfire, which was eerie. The birds had become so accustomed to it that they chirped right after the shots, which is unnatural to say the least. There is no way that I could ever have been a soldier back then, I would have gone crazy within a week.
**This next paragraph is especially detailed in the types of traps, I don’t mean to be insensitive, but I’m simply going to describe them for what they are**
Eventually, we came to a section where they had a list of traps for us to see. These were quite nasty and to think that this happened to people is unsettling. Our guide would simply tell us how it worked and then say “Oh my God” or tell us how to say it in Vietnamese. Apparently, this was the part where the Vietcong guides were bragging about how they killed Americans – I’m glad I didn’t have that experience. Instead, I simply took in the horror and found it impossible to imagine seeing these things in action. The first trap was a sticking trap: you would step on a platform that would lower, shooting spikes into your leg. It was called sticking trap because you couldn’t get out unless you found a way to lift the platform. Awful. The second was called the clipping armpit trap: a pit with swiveling spikes at right angles – stepping on the spikes rotated them so that you would fall on the next set and they would go through your armpits. I can’t even imagine. Similar to this was the rolling trap, which once you’d fallen in, trying to get out would only turn the two spiked poles, further jabbing more spikes into you. Then there was the window trap, which was a plank that would flip and snap spikes on you once you’d fallen in. There were some more, falling spiked balls and some other ones I didn’t see how they worked. The final and worst one was the door trap. It had two parts, a lever that had spikes with a detached plus sign bottom with more spikes. This trap epitomized the Vietcong approach: they will expect this and react in this way, we will play on that and trick them. So, when you opened a door this trap would come crashing toward you. Your first instinct it to grab the lever to stop it from slamming into you. That’s what should happen, but the hanging part at the end isn’t stopped and smacks into your lower abdomen. As I said, what should have saved you actually didn’t, because they expected you to react in that way. It was quite heinous and diabolical, really.
Turns out that the Vietcong are really quite resourceful. They used the shrapnel from the mines and bombs to create the spikes for their traps and they took the gunpowder from the bombs for their own weapons. The treads on the bottom of their shoes didn’t indicate which direction they were walking so you couldn’t really track them. I don’t know if you’re getting a sense of despair, but it makes complete sense as to why we lost: we weren’t prepared for this kind of dirty warfare at all.
So finally we entered the tunnels themselves. They had enlarged the tourist tunnel so more people could go inside, obviously we were too large to fit the real ones. Anyways, they were pretty small. The Vietcong would crouch and walk through them, with their guns and everything. I was small enough to be able to crouch walk through the entire tunnel, but most everyone else had to crawl on their hands and knees. I did have to crawl when there was a sloped part down a foot. In general, the tunnels were small, dark and stifling. They are not for claustrophobic people at all. It certainly gives you some respect for how much they wanted to win, knowing that they stayed in these tunnels for long lengths of time, crawling around in the dark. Honestly, I was amazed at this experience – just how awful, amazingly engineered and just mind-bogglingly complex these tunnels and this war was.
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On a lighter note, when I got back to the ship, I bumped into a boy who is in my ship family. He and some other guys were all dressed in suits and so I asked him why. He then told me that I needed to go to his ‘wedding’ which was in 2 hours. Side note: The students onboard found out that marriages in Vietnam aren’t recognized elsewhere in the world or something along those lines so many people were joking about getting married because it wouldn’t count. Anwyays, it turns out that some people actually decided to do this. So, I got cleaned up and brought two friends with me to this ‘wedding’. It was a horrible excuse for a party – they had another student officiating for them. It was kind of awful, really, to play around with marriage like that. I only went because he was in my ‘family’, but it did give me a chance to wear one of my new dresses. J