Son My… one place, two dichotomous destinations

I headed alone to Son My, approximately 3 hours south of Hoi An right along the coast, while Amy stayed to enjoy a free day in Hoi An.
Purpose 1: to visit the memorial site commemorating the 1968 My Lai massacre

Purpose 2: to visit Me Khe beach, Vietnam beach #5 & final, which is located just a 10 minute drive from the memorial
It was supposed to be a 3-hr drive each direction but bc my hired driver was a maniac, he cut the whole trip down to 4 hours. No complaints here as it shortened my long day & I survived. My visit to the My Lai memorial roughly coincided with the 48th anniversary of the horrific massacre of 504 local unarmed Vietnamese by the US Army.  The war crime was one of the pivotal moments of the war that shaped the US & worldwide perceptions of our involvement. It was a very somber, disgusting, embarrassing visit. There weren’t many other visitors but those present certainly seemed to be Vietnamese locals & I admit I got a few weird looks & questions if I was American. The highlight of that visit was after I had finished w the sickening museum tour & exited outdoors to see the memorial & the remnants of the torched village, I was approached by two darling university students who stake out the place just in hopes an English speaker shows & they can practice. I agreed to chat so we talked for maybe 20 minutes & they rapidly fired questions including heavy topics like how & when I learned about the massacre & why I was visiting to lighter subjects explaining certain slang terms. I found interesting that not only do they take a ton of courses to learn English, but they also take several intonation courses to “change the way their voice sounds”. Kinda crazy & a moment of reflection where I felt especially lucky to be a natural born speaker of what is now becoming the common language of the world.
As I didn’t want to travel that distance to only be depressed by My Lai, I made sure to stop at this local beach, Me Khe, a mere 10 minute drive from the site of those atrocities. My LP book had a quick blurb on it explaining it was massive, stunning & super isolated & that was all that was needed for me to negotiate a stop at the beach on the return trip. It was easily the most beautiful beach I’ve seen in Vietnam. Isolated & the whitest sand but there’s certainly proof of activity as a portion of the beach was dotted w fishing boats, abandoned by their fishermen as it was now early afternoon, as well as goalie nets on either end of an imagined football field. It was pretty sweet. There wasn’t much else around there but that is the place I’d come back to & rent a room & just do nothing for a couple months.

 

The memorial is based on a famous photograph of an old woman grasping a dead child & standing in defiance of our troops (bc the Army brilliantly did this in front of official Army photographers who documented everything; the photo evidence, along w eyewitness testimony (including American soldiers) torpedoed the US cover-up attempts)

 

This lovely place was an irrigation ditch into which the troops herded 175 villagers , shot them & then set them on fire to not only ensure their death but also destroy the evidence

 

Foundation of a torched hut that survived the bombs the US dropped on the place after evacuating in jopes to destroy any remaining evidemce

One cool part of the museum was a corner dedicated to the story of a helicopter pilot who saw what was happening on the ground, landed & confronted the head ground commander, insisting he order the villagers placed in the irrigation ditch to be released. Upon takeoff, he instead watched as the troops opened fire on the villagers. He then saw another group of 10+ villagers running to escape from other soldiers. He landed his helicopter between the villagers & the soldiers & ordered his gunman to direct fire on the Americans if they fire at the villagers. No gunfire was exchanged & he was able to herd those villagers into his helicopter & lifted them to safety. Unbelievable. What a hero.

 

My girls

 

 

The beach (& goalie nets)


The panorama

 

The fishing boats

 

One small portion of the beach was lined w empty restos & my only company that day were these 2 cows outside them

9 thoughts on “Son My… one place, two dichotomous destinations

  1. Though a sad post at times, this is one of my favorites. I remember My Lai & I remember that heroic helicopter pilot. I’m so glad you went to the memorial. Those beach pictures are some of my favorites too.

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      1. I just read on Wikipedia that the platoon leader Calley was the only one convicted. He was sentenced to life in prison but good old President Nixon changed it to house arrest on base & he served only 3.5 years. His defense was ‘following orders’. His superiors were not charged. The pilot received Distinguished Flying Cross but he threw it away because they fabricated a story to go with it. 30 years later they awarded another medal but he made them to do it publicly to admit what it was for. Also in 1998 the pilot got to meet a few of those survivors at an event at that memorial, including a 14 year old girl at the time who said he saved her from that ditch. She was under the bodies of her entire family covered in blood & brains. No US officials were there of course at the ceremony.

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      2. Yeah I read the same thing about Calley at the museum. BS & yet not at all that surprising. The US also said it couldn’t prosecute for war crimes people who were not currently in the Armed Forces. Convenient given they waited 15 years to consider filing charges. Justice Dept “recommended” passing law to change that but shockingly, Congress didn’t act on it. BS

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    1. Oops. Last comment was for An Bang. I’m sure there are places here too. All those restos have to mean people visit at some point. I bet it’s a weekend destination for locals.

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