And the next day the Viet Cong did not pay any attention to the presence of the
civilians and began to shell. On that highway, anyone who was lucky was
not hit by the shells. A shell fell about 5 meters in front of my jeep.
A reporter from the 3rd Communication Battalion who was riding my jeep
was wounded. He was wounded on the leg and because of the fact that he
could not run he was eventually killed. The rest of us were lucky. When
the shelling came one tire on my jeep was deflated. And so we had to run
We could not ride in the car anymore. We continued to
run. But actually we could not run at all because the Communists were
blocking both sides of the My Chanh bridge, which had been destroyed by
them. So we had to sit there and the Viet Cong continued to shell us. Finally, about noontime we
saw that Viet Cong tanks were
beginning to appear. So there was a great panic and confusion. This was
because... People said that this was the Highway of Terror because the
Viet Cong... because there
were many people and so if there came a shell, every fragment would be
lodged in the bodies and no fragment would have fallen on the ground.
This was because there were people everywhere.
Therefore, a lot of people died on this highway.
After that, the Viet Cong tanks
came. When we saw the Viet Cong
tanks we knew that there was no way for us to resist them and so we had
to... I had to run away toward the direction of the sea. I had to run on
foot to the sea and then doubled back. I had to run thrice the distance
from... If you go from Quang
Tri to My Chanh down Highway One, which
was where the bridge was...
On the other side of the
bridge our troops were stationing there in order to recapture the
bridge. But they failed to do this. For this reason, there was a logjam
of people. So we had to run down to the sea and then... I ran for the
whole day and then I arrived in My Chanh. I ran on foot. And so when I
arrived in My Chanh there were blisters all
over my feet because I ran for the whole day by foot on the road.