A Death in China - Carl Hiaasen [79]
They kissed.
And then she asked the question that Stratton had dreaded.
“Why are you afraid of Man-ling, Thom-as?”
It was not so much that she deserved to know. To his surprise, Stratton discovered that he wanted to tell her.
“I was there once. In a war. While you were a child.”
She sat quiet for a time, tracing circles in the dirt with a stick. Stratton stared down at the river.
“Was it very sad, Thom-as?”
“Yes.”
“I would like to know.” She spoke to the stick.
He told her.
MARCH 18, 1971
A BLACK SERGEANT in plainclothes had brought the summons to the Saigon villa Stratton shared with Bobby Ho. An hour later they were in a briefing room protected by concentric circles of invisible guards.
A squat, sweat-stained colonel abandoned an uneven struggle with a balky room air conditioner.
“Captain Black,” the colonel said, shaking hands with Stratton.
“Captain White. Congratulations.” The colonel gave Bobby Ho’s hand an extra pump. He had been a captain only for six days, but no one outside the room was even supposed to know that Bobby Ho was in the army. Deniability, they called it. Officially, Stratton and Ho were civilian psychologists on contract to the government: studying stress.
“Rested up? Everybody’s talkin’ about it.”
On the last one they had been close enough to see the lights of Hanoi.
“This one should be even more fun.” He passed across aerial photos. “The Chinks are involved in this little old war up to their slanty assholes.”
“Who is that, Colonel?” Bobby Ho asked quietly. Stratton stifled a grin. Bobby Ho’s parents ran a pawnshop in San Francisco. They had raised their son to be an American, but there was no way you could tell by looking at him. Vietnam had intercepted Bobby Ho between Stanford and medical school. He wanted to be a pediatrician, and he spent a lot of his time and most of his money with some French nuns who ran a clinic near the village. When the army made him White for missions that didn’t exist to places that were never named, Bobby Ho hunted with uncommon skill.
The colonel had the grace to color.
“The Chinese. The Chinese are teachin’ the Viets how to brainwash our boys. Remember what they did in Korea? I was there, man. The last thing you wanted to happen was to get captured by the Chin—Chinese. They turned people inside out; tell you Ike was a faggot and make you believe it.”
The colonel poked a pudgy finger at the aerial photos.
“What we hear is that the Chinese are trainin’ Viet interrogators in that building there in the middle of the picture. They got about a dozen of our POWs up there as guinea pigs.”
“Where is it—the village?” Stratton asked.
“Jesus, I just told you. It’s in China.”
“Shit,” said Bobby Ho.
“We supposed to go in and get them?” Stratton asked.
The colonel nodded. “Yeah, go get ’em out and fuck Chairman Mao. Does that offend you, Captain White?”
“Not a bit, Colonel,” said Bobby Ho.
“What’s the name of this place?” Stratton asked.
“Man-ling it’s called. You guys see Joe and the boys. They got it all worked out, pictures, models, the whole shootin’ match, just like usual.” The colonel’s eyes assumed a faraway cast. “If it was me, I’d take about four gunships and hit ’em so hard and so fast they wouldn’t have time even to find their little red books. That’s the only way to win this war, hard and fast. That’s how I’d do it, if it was me.”
Hot air. Stratton would write the operational orders and the colonel knew it.
“If it was you, I’d stay home,” said Bobby Ho.
They took one chopper off a quiet carrier high up in the Gulf of Tonkin. Stratton, Ho and four sergeants. Captain Black was traveling light. If he needed help, it was only minutes away in the air behind them.
For a landing zone, Stratton had chosen a paddy about three miles east of the village. He had wanted the farmland and the village between the chopper and the PLA camp that lay a few miles to the west. Intelligence said a regular infantry company used the camp. Intelligence had not said why it believed the nowhere village called Man-ling had been chosen to brainwash POWs.
They landed