We have already seen, that some countries, which in times of peace so hardly give the passport to their own citizens, in time of war liberally distribute it even to the enemy, promising conditions worthy of man in the voluntary captivity, and return to their families after the war.
We do not know whether the Front of Liberation of Vietnam exhausted from the Soviet example or from their own inspiration to distribute to the American soldiers passports enhancing the voluntary surrender. But it is certain that they knew well the two things which arouse the interest of the U.S. military.
It was already the innovation of the Vietcong that for the conditions worthy of American man they also requested some military training in exchange.
We do not know how many U.S. soldiers took advantage of the tempting option, and to what extent their transferred knowledge contributed to the victory of the Vietcong. In fact, to be honest, we do not even know whether these life-saving passports, which in recent months have been seen around the American net, reached them at all. Indeed, in a Russian site publishing the last document on the basis of a U.S. source, the first commenter calls the attention that the picture of the girl is identical with the third photo of a contemporary Thailandese beauty site. And although we know that Far Eastern women long retain their youth, nevertheless it is almost forty years that these passports have become obsolete.
We also do not know, if the passports are contemporary counterfeits, whether they were made by Vietnamese to mock the Americans’ greed, or by the Americans, built on the topos of Asian prostitution.
But in order we should not leave completely empty-handed, here you are at least the song of Bulat Okudzhava on the American soldier, a tangible historical document, with an actual historical past, almost contemporary to the above passes.
Bulat Okudzsava: Song on the American sodier
|Возьму шинель, и вещмешок, и каску,|
В защитную окрашенные окраску,
Ударю шаг по улочкам горбатым…
Как просто стать солдатом, солдатом.
Забуду все домашние заботы,
Не надо ни зарплаты, ни работы –
Иду себе, играю автоматом,
Как просто быть солдатом, солдатом!
А если что не так - не наше дело:
Как говорится, родина велела!
Как славно быть ни в чем не виноватым,
Совсем простым солдатом, солдатом.
|I put on the jacket, helmet, backpack,|
the camouflage-colored camouflage,
I beat up the crooked streets with my steps:
how simple it is to become a soldier!
I forget all troubles at home,
I don’t worry for salary and job,
I go alone, playing with my machine-gun:
how simple it is to be a soldier!
And if something goes wrong – not our business:
as they say: the homeland ordered it!
How beautiful, not to be guilty of anything,
only a soldier, a simple soldier.
However, the philologist wakes up in you, and after some research he reveals that the title of the song was originally just Song on the soldier. On the soldier, which in the Soviet Union of course meant the Soviet soldier. But the Soviet soldier is not like that. The Soviet soldier fights for the freedom of peoples. Thus the Soviet cultural policy banned the song. However, Okudzhava’s audience still wanted to hear it, and they shouted to the anxious master in the stage: “Let’s hear the song about the American soldier!” Consequently, the song got the green light.
However, on the American soldier we still know nothing.