"As dawn was breaking over the small Vietnamese village inside the Mekong Delta, the girl was worried. The headman of the village had not yet woken. True, he had been very tired the night before, but in a couple of hours he had to attend an important meeting some miles away, to co-ordinate a major strike against the Yankees (Americans). Well at least he'd enjoyed an undisturbed sleep. The girl had been on gurad duty during the night and knew that nothing suspicious had happened. She would have to wake him she decided, and approached the door of his hut. His sleeping form did not stir as she called his name softy, so she went inside and bent over him about to shake him by the shoulder. She froze. His stomach had been cut open, and his severed liver lay next to the ugly gash. A piece of it had been roughly bitten off. She knew what she would find even before she looked at his face. It had been roughly decorated with green stripes of paint. The "Green Faced Men" had paid a visit during the night. (A story told among Vietcong troops about the "Green Faced Men." The Navy Selas were a terror to the VC and NVA)
-Navy Seals 1965-1975- |
