La señal para la evacuación fue un boletin meteorologico “Saigon esta a 112 grados y subiendo” y esta canción:

El resto lo cuenta magistralmente John Pilger, que estaba en Saigon ese dia, destaco el comentario de uno de los marines que protegian la embajada durante esos sucesos:

“Hemos separado a la buena gente de la escoria y nos quedamos con la escoria”

Business as usual cuando se trata de los yankis.

The Fall of Saigan

By JOHN PILGER

BSaigon, April 1975. At dawn I was awake, lying under my mattress on the floor tiles, peering at my bed propped against the French windows. The bed was meant to shield me from flying glass; but if the hotel was attacked with rockets, the bed would surely fall on me. Killed by a falling bed: that somehow made sense in this, the last act of the longest-running black farce: a war that was always unnecessary and often atrocious and had ended the lives of three million people, leaving their once beautiful land petrified.

Y para disfrute de mis lectores, la escena de la carga de las walkirias de Apocalypse Now: