Le Ly Hayslip lived a life as a peasant in Ky La, a small village near Danang in the center of Vietnam. Her family taught her the ways of their culture - to love and honor family, traditions and their ancestors. Her father taught her to sacrifice one’s self for freedom. Her mother taught her about humility and the value of working hard - that it was not a disgrace to work like an animal on their farm. From the age of 12-15, Le Ly fought for the Viet Cong against American and South Vietnamese soldiers. The peasants like Le Ly’s family were taught to believe the ideas set forth by the Viet Cong and they believed and assumed all they heard was true. They believed the Viet Cong meant freedom, independence and happiness because Uncle Ho promised that the Communists would look after your rights and interests. Those loyal to the Viet Cong and Uncle Ho were brainwashed basically.
Even when things were at their worst—when allied forces devastated the countryside and the Viet Cong themselves resorted to terror to make us act the way they wanted—the villagers clung to the vision the Communists had drummed into us.
Le Ly remained in Vietnam until 1970, 5 years before the war’s end, having lived most of her young womanhood living the horrors of war. In 1986, she made a trip back to visit her family that she had left behind. For 16 years, she lived in San Diego and made a new life as a Vietnamese-American, not a complete part of either world. Seeing her family again was difficult and the new Vietnam she witnessed was as if the war had never actually ended. The people living under Communist rule were still as poor or poorer than they had ever been. Le Ly was writing this memoir and her remembrances of her life in Vietnam are beautifully and devastatingly described here. She does not leave out any details of her life. The details are many and the stories are horrifying. The memories spliced into her visit in 1986 are so smoothly and expertly written. Her experiences are too numerous to write about here and are best meant for readers to experience them as she tells them. I highly recommend this memoir if you are interested in reading of the war from the perspective of a young woman who made a way for herself out of the atrocious war zone.
In the prologue, Le Ly writes to the American GI who reads her book:
I have witnessed, firsthand, all that you went through. I will try to tell you who your enemy was a why almost everyone in the country you tried to help resented, feared, and misunderstood you. It was not your fault. It could not have been otherwise. Long before you arrived, my country had yielded to the terrible logic of war. What for you was normal—a life of peace and plenty—was for us a hazy dream known only in our legends. Because we had to appease the allied forces by day and were terrorized by Viet Cong at night, we slept as little as you did. We obeyed both sides and wound up pleasing neither. We were people in the middle. We were what the war was all about.
Your story, however, was different. You came to Vietnam, willingly or not, because your country demanded it. Most of you did not know or fully understand, the different wars my people were fighting when you got here. For you, it was a simple thing: democracy against communism. For us, that was not our fight at all. How could it be? We knew little of democracy and even less about communism. For most of us it was a fight for independence—like the American Revolution. Many of us also fought for religious ideals, the way the Buddhists fought the Catholics. Behind the religious war came the battle between city people and country people—the rich against the poor—a war fought by those who wanted to change Vietnam and those who wanted to leave it as it had been for a thousand years. Beneath all that, too, we had vendettas between native Vietnamese and immigrants (mostly Chinese and Khmer) who had fought for centuries over the land. Many of these wars go on today. How could you hope to end them by fighting a battle so different from our own?
The least you did—the least any of us did—was our duty. For that we must be proud.