Pham Van Thu:
I am Pham Van Thu. I live on
151 Kham Thien. At
around 10 pm on the 26th of December, I
heard the siren as I was sitting there sipping tea. The radio announced
that the American airplanes were about 100 miles from Hanoi. I put on my
helmet and a red arm band. When I walked out of the house and looked
into the sky, I saw streaks of light all over the sky and heard rumbling
noises. I went into the shelter. A moment later, a flash of light
entered the shelter and there was dust everywhere.
I fell unconscious then. It rained, and I came to my
senses again, feeling cold rain on my head. I heard people crying and
moaning, and climbed out of the shelter. I ran into a woman who was
screaming and moaning and told her to get settled down to allow me to go
on with my work. Then I heard people yelling for help. I asked the woman
whose house had been there, and she said that the house belong to
Brother Chi. So I went straight there, and under a big pile of rubble I
felt the corpse of somebody.
I could not pull the body out
so I called on six other men to come and help. We picked the rubble
apart with our bare hands and found out that, below the dead body and in
the shelter, water had come up to the necks of the rest of the members
of his family. When we pulled Mr. Chi out, blood had come out of his
mouth. We carried him out into the street and put him on an ambulance
for emergency treatment. We then went back to work and were able to pull
out 8 other persons in the next house. After that we met with the self
defense unit leader who told us to go and get rested since we all looked
dead tired.