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As we began to contemplate evacuation,

the question, the burning question was,

"Who goes,

and who gets left behind?"

I borrowed a truck

and I basically sent

the signal to my folks,

and this meant a group of

South Vietnamese majors,

lieutenant colonels,

colonels and their families

to muster at an address

in downtown Saigon.

I drove down there, they

loaded up onto the truck,

and I drove them to the airbase.

And I had told them, "When

you hear three thumps,

"that means hold the babies' mouths.

"Don't breathe, don't

talk, don't make any noise

because we're going

through the gatepost. "

I saluted in uniform

as a captain of the United States Army.

The guard waved me through,

and I drove straight

out to the flight line

to an aircraft that was awaiting.

One Vietnamese colonel that was

putting his family on the plane,

he had wanted to stay in

Vietnam to defend the country.

And this full colonel had,

like, eight kids and a wife.

And he was in tears, the family...

The family were in tears,

and I said to him, "Get on the plane.

"Just... go.

Go. "

It was a terrible, terrible,

terrible moral dilemma

for everybody.

We today have concluded

an agreement to end the w*r

and bring peace with honor in Vietnam.

We have adopted a plan

for the complete withdrawal

of all U.S. combat ground forces.

We are finally bringing

American men home.

We who made the agreement

thought that it would be the beginning

not of peace in the American sense,

but the beginning of

a period of coexistence

which might evolve as it

did in Korea into two states.

Reconciliation between

North and South Vietnam

we knew would be extremely difficult.

But I was hopeful.

Because of the Paris Agreement,

American soldiers were going home.

But I was on my way back to Vietnam.

I was assigned to Saigon

in the first week of August 1973,

so about six months after the ceasefire.

I would say that between

the State Department people

and CIA people,

the contractors who were there

to maintain infrastructure,

maintain aircraft,

as well as people like me,

we had 5,000 to 7,000

Americans in country.

A lot of the guys had

Vietnamese girlfriends and wives,

in many cases with children.

In general, things were eerily calm

and in many ways normal in Saigon.

My sense was that we

were gonna be there,

you know, pretty much

for a long time to come.

I was assigned to the

American embassy in Saigon.

I was in charge

of the 84 Marine security

guards that were there,

making sure that they kept up

with their physical fitness training.

We were there to protect American lives

as well as American property.

It was just a

day-to-day job.

The Ambassador there was

a guy named Graham Martin,

a North Carolinian, just as I was.

He spoke with a slow Southern drawl.

He was a great gentleman.

He was a cold warrior in the old stripe.

He'd lost an adopted

son in Vietnam to combat.

And he was not gonna give up

South Vietnam to the Communists.

He was determined to keep U.S. aid

flowing into Saigon.

When the ceasefire occurred in 1973,

everybody toasted it with Bloody Marys

in the U.S. embassy.

It was a grand party.

We thought peace was at hand.

But the Paris Peace Accord

was a masterpiece of ambiguity.

In order to get President

Thieu and the South Vietnamese

to go along with the Paris Agreement,

President Nixon pulled

out all the stops,

and in a letter to President Thieu,

he promised that if the North Vietnamese

were to substantially violate

the terms of the Paris Agreement,

the United States would

respond with full force.

In other words, reenter the w*r.

The North Vietnamese

viewed Nixon as a madman.

They were terrified of him.

They believed that Nixon, if necessary,

would bring back American air power.

But in August 1974, he was gone.

Nixon resigned because of Watergate.

And overnight, everything changed.

Hanoi suddenly saw the road

to Saigon as being open.

The South Vietnamese population

had ample reason to fear

the Vietnamese Communists.

The Communist conduct

throughout the course of the w*r

had been violent and unforgiving.

For example, when the city of Hue

was taken over by the North Vietnamese,

several thousand people

on a long blacklist

were rounded up...

Schoolteachers,

government civil servants,

people who were known

anti-Communists...

And they were ex*cuted,

in some cases even buried alive.

So panic was but a millimeter away.

Hundreds of thousands of refugees

are in a blind rush to flee even further

from the rapidly advancing Communists.

Bruce Dunning reports.

President Thieu

broadcast a strong appeal

to the soldiers and

the people of Da Nang,

urging them to stay and fight.

As the enemy approaches,

the panic has swept

from the coastal city's

crowded backstreets and pagodas

onto runways at the airport.

Our plane is surrounded here.

I don't know how the

hell we're gonna get out.

We're racing down the runway,

leaving behind hundreds

and thousands of people.

Another dozen of them running along,

grabbing at the air stair.

We're pulling them on as fast as we can.

There's a sea of humanity jamming on.

Impossible to stop the crowd.

We're pulling away.

We're leaving them behind.

We're pulling up with the...

People are falling off the air stairs!

The plane is taking off.

It was every man for himself.

So you saw the World Airways flight

being mobbed by South

Vietnamese soldiers.

You saw ships with

thousands of refugees,

including lots of soldiers.

You saw

out-of-control panic.

Basically any boats, trucks, airplanes,

or anything going south

were besieged by people

wanting to get onboard.

The Americans were gone,

and as a result, the house

of cards began to collapse.

The North Vietnamese

decided to escalate,

escalate, escalate,

escalate at every turn

to see if the United States would react.

In April of '75, I was

with President Gerald Ford,

and we were flying across

the country on Air Force One

when one of the airplane's crew

comes and hands me a note,

and it says, "Da Nang has fallen. "

Ford was bombarded by

questions from the press

after he got off Air Force One.

Around 150,000 to 175,000

well-trained North

Vietnamese regular forces

in violation of the Paris Peace Accords

moved into South Vietnam.

We have objected to that violation.

It's a tragedy unbelievable

in its ramifications.

We are now in a crisis.

We had a wave of humanity:

500,000 refugees rolling,

rolling south towards Saigon,

and 160,000 North Vietnamese

troops moving right behind them.

I had become so concerned,

I decided to pull our

best Vietnamese agents in

out of the woodwork

to try to see what they could tell us

about Communist planning, which

obviously was rapidly evolving.

On the 8th of April,

I met with one of our best agents,

who said, "The Communists

are gonna drive on Saigon.

They're gonna be in there

by Ho Chi Minh's birthday,"

which was May 19th,

literally a month away.

Communist forces in South Vietnam,

already solidly in

control of 11 provinces,

began working on yet

another one today: Binh Dinh.

I kept a map every day

on the progress of the

North Vietnamese onslaught.

By the 5th of April,

the North Vietnamese

had 15, even 16 divisions

heading in the direction of Saigon.

They were bringing SA-2 missiles down

to provide anti-aircraft

cover for their forces.

There were people who were saying,

"Look, we've gotta do some

heavy, heavy planning here

"because depending on how this goes,

and it doesn't look good now,

we may all have to evacuate. "

And Ambassador Martin

wouldn't tolerate or

countenance such thought.

That was defeatism.

That was poisonous to the prospects

of the people we're here to help.

But people could see what was going on

and they started leaving,

especially the Americans.

I'm leaving Vietnam.

Why?

I'm kind of scared,

to be honest with you.

To be perfectly honest

with you, I'm really scared.

I think the situation's a

lot worse than we know about.

There was always a standing

evacuation plan in the embassy.

It held that in an emergency,

all Americans still in the country,

about 6,000 people, would be evacuated

and that no South Vietnamese

would be evacuated with them.

I was a student.

The school's not closing,

but it seemed like nobody's

interested in school anymore.

You can't stay here.

You can't live with the Communists,

especially if you have a

connection with the Americans.

Then you really gotta get out.

If we really made up a list

of endangered South Vietnamese,

the ones who really worked

closely with us during the w*r,

this number could be 150,000, 200,000.

Including their families,

many more than that.

But the idea of talking

about an evacuation

and of planning for an

evacuation of Americans,

let alone an evacuation of Vietnamese,

was still anathema in the embassy.

If you mean, "Is South Vietnam

on the imminent verge of collapse?"

I think the answer is

quite definitely no.

We were dealing with an ambassador

who was just convinced that somehow,

he was going to be able to pull this out

and that there wouldn't

have to be an evacuation

and therefore, there

wouldn't have to be a concern

about evacuating South Vietnamese.

The situation in South Vietnam

has reached a critical phase

requiring immediate and positive

decisions by this government.

There are tens of thousands

of South Vietnamese employees

of the United States government,

of news agencies,

of contractors and

businesses for many years

whose lives, with their dependents,

are in very grave peril.

I'm therefore asking the Congress

to appropriate without

delay $722 million

for emergency m*llitary

assistance for South Vietnam.

If the very worst were to happen,

at least allow the orderly

evacuation of Americans

and endangered South

Vietnamese to places of safety.

There was no way in 1975

that the Congress was

going to vote any money

to go to the aid of South Vietnam.

We had pulled out our troops in 1973

and public opinion

at that point shifted.

The people of the United

States, having seen Watergate,

having seen the

deception of the generals,

weren't about to give any

help in Southeast Asia.

And you know, Kissinger knew this.

We knew we were not going

to get the $722 million.

By that time it made no big difference,

but President Ford said

he owed it to Vietnam to make a request.

We've sent, so to speak,

battleship after battleship

and bomber after bomber

and 500,000 and more men

and billions and billions of dollars.

If billions and billions didn't do

at a time when we had all our men there,

how can $722 million save the day?

This is the way my map

looked in mid-April.

The North Vietnamese just

rolled down the coast.

Saigon was clearly threatened.

The situation was urgent.

Urgent understates it.

At this time, Ambassador Martin

had been back in Washington

trying to persuade Congress

to vote additional aid.

Do you have anything

to say on your arrival?

He has no statement to make.

He came back to Saigon,

and my boss, the CIA

station chief, said,

"Go down and tell the old

man what's happening. "

I went and I said, "Mr. Ambassador,

"half of the South Vietnamese

Army has disintegrated.

"We're in grave trouble.

"Please, sir, plan for an evacuation.

"At least allow us to

begin putting together

lists of South Vietnamese

we should rescue. "

And he said, "No, Frank.

"It's not so bleak.

And I won't have this negative talk. "

Young officers in the embassy

began to mobilize a black operation,

meaning a makeshift

underground railway evacuation

using outgoing cargo aircraft

that would be totally below

the radar of the Ambassador.

People like myself and others

took the bull by the horns

and organized an evacuation.

In my case, that meant friends of mine

who were senior officers in

the South Vietnamese m*llitary.

As the North Vietnamese came

closer and closer to Saigon,

these people were dead men walking.

I had arranged a signal

with my intelligence community friends

that if I said, "I'm having a barbecue,"

that meant come to a

certain pre-designated place

and bring your families

and only bring one suitcase

because we're going to have a party.

But it was understood the party meant

I was going to get them out.

Black Ops were essentially

violating the rules...

In this case meaning,

you're not allowed to bring

out Vietnamese m*llitary people

who were under obligation

to stand and fight.

We were fully expecting

if we got caught doing this

that we would be run out of country.

End of career, do not pass go.

But sometimes there's an

issue not of legal and illegal,

but right or wrong.

The deputy defense attach

moved out Vietnamese personnel

and their families to Clark

Air Base in the Philippines

without any approval whatsoever,

without any immigration

papers, anything...

Passports, you name it.

And when they began showing

up in the Philippines,

Martin hit the roof and fired him!

But that didn't stop other

State Department people

who had Vietnamese

friends and family members.

They continued to organize

these makeshift airlifts.

TERRY McNAMARA: That

April, I was in Can Tho,

which was about 100 miles from Saigon.

And we were getting reports

of this town falling and that

province falling and so on.

And then we were att*cked.

Sergeant Hasty came by to

give me a report on the damage.

Can Tho came under pretty

intense a*tillery bombardment.

The North Vietnamese had overrun

some South Vietnamese

a*tillery batteries

and managed to turn those around

and shell the center of Can Tho.

We knew that the situation was bad.

We could see that the South

Vietnamese Army was eroding.

Supplies had been cut off

and you could see the

armaments dwindling.

McNAMARA: We were, under the

terms of the Paris Agreement,

committed to resupplying

the South Vietnamese.

They lacked simple

things, like barbed wire

and bags for sand bags.

They were rationing

their a*tillery shells

because they were running out.

The m*llitary support,

the material support,

was not coming.

When President Ford

went before the Congress,

he had two major concerns.

The first was to save as

many people as we could.

He cared for the human beings involved;

they were not just pawns

that once they had lost their

m*llitary power were abandoned.

The second was the honor of America,

that we would not be seen at

the final agony of South Vietnam

as having stabbed it in the back.

Congress wouldn't pass it.

They said, "No more.

No more troops, no more money,

no more aid to the Vietnamese. "

Well, I had to go into President

Ford's office to tell him.

I had never heard Ford use a curse word

in all the time I'd known him.

But when I showed him

this story, he said,

"Those sons of b*tches. "

I think there were a total

of 50 ships that were there.

I mean, it wasn't just us;

it was a whole bunch of ships.

We were standing by for

the evacuation of Americans.

I was a terrible letter writer.

I would write one letter

for my wife's ten letters,

and she didn't like that, so she said,

"We're going to exchange tapes. "

So I would run into my stateroom,

turn the tape recorder

on for a couple of minutes

and tell her what's happening.

I really don't know where to start.

It's been such an unusual

couple days for us.

We went with the rest of

this huge task force of ours

up into about, oh, 20

miles off the coast,

basically east of Saigon.

As most Navy operations are,

it was very carefully planned.

We planned it to death.

The chain of command, as I understood it

as a captain of the

United States Marine Corps,

and I think I got it right,

is that for any evacuation,

that decision is the

Ambassador's decision.

Graham Martin is the responsible guy.

But the m*llitary is responsible

for giving him all kinds of plans.

And this is how we got

into the four options.

The first option was

you would take commercial

ships right up the Saigon River

to a couple blocks from the embassy.

You would load whoever you wanted

to bring out on these ships

and you'd be done with it.

The second option was, you know,

United and Continental

and Flying Tiger Airlines

were still using Tan Son Nhut

Air Force Base at the time,

and you could've brought

anybody you wanted out

by commercial aviation.

The third option was m*llitary

fixed-wing aviation...

The C5As, the C-141s,

which carry a lot of people.

You could've brought them

out of Tan Son Nhut on those.

The very last option,

the very last option,

was helicopters off the carriers

in the Tan Son Nhut Air Force Base.

We had 75 Marine Corps

helicopters out there.

The helicopter option,

that was absolutely the last resort.

You know, they don't go very fast,

they don't carry that many people.

That was if everything else failed.

I got into Vietnam late

on the 24th of April, 1975.

Saigon was full of

rumor, of false stories,

whether we were going

to have a last attempt

to draw a line across the country,

that Saigon and the south

would remain a free republic,

all of these things,

and it was all churning all around.

The fighting was close to Saigon

but hadn't shown up in

the streets of Saigon.

I served as a naval officer

in three and a half tours in Vietnam,

two of those years as

a Special Forces advisor

with a 20-boat River

Division, all Vietnamese.

I could tell jokes and

hear jokes in Vietnamese.

And once you start off like that,

you eventually end up being

able to dream in Vietnamese.

In 1975, my mission

was to remove or destroy

as many ships, swift boats,

anything that I considered

to be a benefit to the enemy.

I met with Captain Do Kiem,

who was the operations

officer of the Vietnamese Navy.

The plan was to sail

all the large ships of

the South Vietnamese Navy

down the Saigon River to the sea

and rendezvous at Con Son Island.

We had to keep this secret.

If word got out, it

would have had an effect

on the morale of the

people in the street.

JOE McBRIDE: We knew that there

were roughly 5,000 Americans

still in the country.

Many of them had Vietnamese

wives, mistresses, whatever.

Just hadn't left.

And they were basically letting us know,

"We're not leaving

without our families. "

Finally, we were given

authority by the Ambassador

to bypass the immigration laws

and send these Vietnamese

out of the country.

So then we started an operation

basically to get out the Americans

and their Vietnamese dependents.

It was not an official evacuation.

We still had no organized plan

for evacuating high-risk

South Vietnamese

because we had an ambassador

who was making up his mind on the wing.

The President also asked Congress

for authorization to

use American troops here

to evacuate Americans

and Vietnamese who worked for Americans.

If it were necessary.

Do you have plans for that?

Well, of course, every embassy

in the world has plans for it.

Do you think it will be necessary?

That again, you see, is a judgment

that I can't possibly make at this time.

We have been reducing

the population here

as measure of prudency

and will take measures

to reduce it further

as a question of prudence.

The Ambassador was extremely skittish,

and I guess understandably so,

about talking about evacuation,

about sending signals that an evacuation

was being planned or even ex*cuted.

He feared it would trigger a panic.

It time to get out.

And in Saigon at that time,

it was like, "Who do you know?"

The the key word would be "connection. "

There's a lot of people,

they try to get their money

because if the people have money,

maybe they will find a

connection to get out.

You know, and so, "You want to go?

Give me this kind of money. "

One guy said to me,

"Your family, tell them

to come to the boat dock.

I'll be waiting for them. "

Of course they took the

money, but they never got us.

There was chaos in Saigon at that time.

Everybody was looking for ways

to get out as soon as possible.

Of course, the Americans we worked with

had a plan in place for us.

They told us to get

to the meeting place,

which was a safe house

near the American embassy,

and to wait for buses

to come to pick us up.

If we were gonna get people out,

we were gonna have to make it happen

and deliver the Vietnamese

to the big airplanes

in some form or fashion.

And the only way we could do that

was keeping the airport

open as long as we could.

Ambassador Martin still

hoped that somehow,

this thing would not end

with the North Vietnamese

humiliating the United

States by attacking Saigon.

But it seemed like the North

Vietnamese had other ideas.

What may be the final

battle of Saigon has begun.

Communist ground forces

have started moving in

on Saigon's Tan Son Nhut Airport.

Rockets exploded all over the base,

touching off three major fires.

The air base was under

continuous a*tillery fire.

I felt the rounds.

They were so close,

the shrapnel was plinking

against the fence behind us.

It was abundantly clear that

it was a whole new ball game.

We never expected any trouble out there.

And then, of course,

fear a little bit set in

because now we knew that it

really meant business, you know?

Were they gonna continue

shelling Tan Son Nhut?

They had given us a warning, you know?

"Get out. "

As the sun came up, General Smith,

who was our defense

attach out at Tan Son Nhut,

contacted the Ambassador and said,

"The plan to use the fixed-wing

"to get a few thousand people out today

"isn't gonna work.

"And we need to

consider that this is it.

"Option 4:

a heavy-lift helicopter evacuation. "

And Ambassador Martin

wouldn't hear of it.

He said, "I want to come out there.

I want to see it," and which he did.

He got in a sedan.

He didn't lack for guts.

There were still rounds coming in...

Sporadic, but there was

still a*tillery fire.

And he could see that the main runway

was full of craters from

North Vietnamese a*tillery.

And it was understood that General Smith

was not being premature with

the recommendation for Option 4.

McBRIDE: Ambassador Martin's

concern very clearly up to now

was that once we started

an official evacuation,

it's pretty obvious

that the game is over.

You've got to remember,

this is an ambassador

who had lost his only

son in combat in Vietnam.

One becomes pretty

invested in that country.

He had been holding out hope

that some kind of third-party

solution could be worked out

so that South Vietnam could continue

with some form of

independence or autonomy.

And he was being encouraged

to think that this might be possible.

But the morning of the 29th,

he came to accept the fact that

that wasn't going to happen.

And I picked up the phone

and told Secretary Kissinger

to inform the President

that I had decided we would

have to go to Option 4.

When I tell President Ford

the airport is being shelled

and that it's now time to pull the plug,

he keeps coming back time and again,

"You really think we have to do it?"

That's how heartbreaking it was for him.

He finally reluctantly

gave the go-ahead

for the final evacuation.

This is the American

Forces Vietnam Network.

The prearranged signal

for the evacuation

was broadcast on

American radio in Saigon.

The message was,

"The temperature is 105 and rising,"

and then Bing Crosby's

"White Christmas. "

And sure enough, about

10:00 in the morning,

I believe, on the 29th,

there was Bing Crosby on the airwaves.

I'm dreaming of

a white Christmas

Just like the

ones I used to know

Where the treetops

glisten and children listen

To hear sleigh

bells in the snow...

That morning, Ambassador Martin

received a message that

said within 24 hours,

the U.S. presence in

Vietnam had to be closed out,

meaning we had to be gone.

It was obvious that there was the need

for a hasty plan to be developed

for a helicopter airlift out

of the embassy to the fleet.

And we had less than

24 hours to pull it off.

McBRIDE: That morning, there

must have been, I would guess,

at least 10,000 people

literally ringing the embassy.

The embassy compound was

the size of a city block.

It was big.

And all sides of it were

filled 200, 300 feet back.

Fortunately, people were by

and large very controlled.

They were very patient.

They were just hoping

desperately to get in.

It's like the whole of Saigon

want to get inside the American embassy.

So you have to know somebody, you know?

If you're like me, I find my friend

and got a little paper

to ensure us to get in.

So several of us went to the embassy.

Then my friend, he showed

the paper to the guard,

and he's just kind of

pointing at each one of us,

and we, one by one, could

go inside of the embassy.

When I first got in, I feel so good.

"I'm in America... I'm almost there. "

They have a courtyard

and a swimming pool,

and we mostly gather

around the swimming pool.

And 1,000 people there, and

they just keep coming in.

That morning, CIA choppers

began picking up evacuees

off the roofs of

buildings around the city

and bringing them to the embassy.

There was an old pilot

named O.B. Harnage.

He was blind in one

eye and lame in one leg.

And I said, "Harnage, we

got people at 6 Gia Long.

You gotta go pick them up. "

It was the deputy CIA station

chief's apartment building.

There were a number of

very high-risk Vietnamese,

including the defense

minister of South Vietnam,

all waiting to be rescued.

As they climbed up

the ladder to the roof,

a photographer took

that famous photograph.

Many people thought that

was the U.S. embassy.

It wasn't.

But it indicated to what

extent chaos had descended

on this entire operation.

Inside the embassy,

everywhere we looked was

teeming with Vietnamese.

We counted them, and the total number

was about 2,800.

There was no hiding it that somehow,

people had to have let these

people into the embassy.

Was it, you know,

Marine security guards who

kind of looked the other way?

Was it American employees in the embassy

who were doing kind of

what we did with black ops

and taking care of their own?

We never got to the bottom of that

and frankly, we never pursued it.

One of the Marines said to me,

"You know, we should

take out the tailor. "

There was a tailor who made

all our civilian clothes.

So I said,

"Why don't we take out the cook too?"

He said, "Well, you should

take out the cook too,

"and all the other cooks.

"They should get out.

They had business with Americans. "

So they took the bread truck

and they rounded up the tailor,

the cooks and the dishwashers,

a few others and their families,

and drove them into

the embassy compound.

There was in the parking

lot of the embassy

a great tamarind tree,

which the Ambassador

had often referred to

as "steadfast as the American

commitment in Vietnam. "

The CIA station chief

that last morning said,

"Mr. Ambassador, we have

to cut this tree down. "

You could not land any large

helicopters on the parking lot

unless the tree and all

the shrubbery was all gone.

The Ambassador had resisted

us cutting that tree

because he did not want

anybody to be alerted

that we were doing

any sort of evacuation

or were going to do

any sort of evacuation.

He was upset.

But finally he succumbed,

you know, to just common sense

and gave up his, uh...

I guess you could call it a dream.

And we cut it down.

He had also, for the past few days,

prevented us from burning

classified documents

for fear that it would

panic the South Vietnamese.

So that morning of the 29th,

we had thousands of pages

of classified documents

we had failed to destroy beforehand.

Our next job was just looking

at that classified document idea

and getting rid of that.

So we went to every office

and told them to start pulling stuff,

and piles and piles of

paper began coming out.

And we began shredding.

There was a small building

where we handled the pay

for the Vietnamese who

worked for the embassy.

And in this building,

there was over $1

million in U.S. currency.

So we had to send a message to the Navy,

who sent it to the Treasury Department,

who came back and said, "Destroy it. "

So I assigned a few Marines

to get rid of the money.

And I said, "Oh, by the way,

we're gonna lock you in there. "

It took them eight hours

to burn a million dollars.

That morning,

fear and desperation

were the order of the day.

But I had a job to do,

and it was an important

job to do, I thought,

to deny the enemy the South

Vietnamese Naval ships.

We had expected, frankly,

a longer time period to get ready.

We had been told by people

in our intelligence community

that we might have as

long as the 4th of May,

but the North Vietnamese

were closing in quite tightly,

and clearly it was time to

send the signal to leave.

I knew this,

but I didn't know how many civilians

were gonna be on board.

I had no idea.

I was the first one into the embassy.

And my only mission at this time,

this is early in the afternoon,

was to bring the Ambassador out.

It was actually a mission that

was called "Embassy Snatch. "

I was just supposed

to get the Ambassador.

I land and I said to the people,

I said, "I'm here to

get the Ambassador. "

Well, not quite.

The Ambassador refused to

leave until he could get

as many Vietnamese on as

many choppers as possible.

The evacuation of Vietnamese happened

because Graham Martin

wanted it to happen.

So they loaded some

Vietnamese onto my helicopter

and because I'm supposed to

have the Ambassador on board,

we go right to the command

ship, the USS Blue Ridge.

We land on the Blue Ridge,

General Carey comes out,

wants to know where the Ambassador is.

I said, "Well, he didn't get on. "

I mean, I don't know

who I'm supposed to tell,

but I told everybody I was

supposed to get the Ambassador

but the Ambassador didn't get on.

So that starts the lift.

Like I say, we had 75

Marine Corps helicopters.

You and your wingman

would fly into the embassy,

get your passengers loaded,

and fly back out to the ships.

It was a little over

an hour back and forth.

On the USS Kirk, our mission was

to protect the helicopters moving

from the embassy out

to the aircraft carriers

and back and forth.

We were very close to the action.

You could stand there on the deck

and you could watch it all happening.

We thought that the USS

Kirk was just going to be

an observer to this whole thing

and when all of a sudden

on radar we started

seeing these little blips

coming out from the shore.

I really don't know where to start.

We looked up at the horizon

and all you could see

were helicopters all heading toward us.

These were not Marine Corps helicopters.

They were small helicopters,

the little Hueys,

which were never part

of the evacuation plan.

But they were flying over top of us.

We were watching them fly

over top over and over and over again.

We viewed them as enemy until

we could verify who it was.

Then we realized that these

were South Vietnamese trying to escape.

I figured if we could save one,

at least we'd save 15, 20 people.

They were packed in there like sardines.

So I made the decision.

Land the helicopter.

One of our sailors could

speak rudimentary Vietnamese.

So we put him on the radio

and he started broadcasting.

"This is ship 1087.

Land here. "

So, we got his attention.

He came flying over and

landed on our flight deck.

And it turned out that

the pilot, he was the pilot

for the deputy chairman of

the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

Real high up.

And he had the general with

him, who was a two-star general,

and the two-star general's

nephew, three women,

and about four children.

It was a big deal for us.

When it landed, we got everything off.

And I looked up because

there were five, six,

seven stacked up ready to land.

Turned out all throughout

the southern part of Vietnam

there were South Vietnamese

Army and Air Force installations

with one or two or three

or four helicopters.

And those helicopters were flyable.

Their pilots were there.

And when they realized that

the evacuation was happening

and they weren't going to

be part of it, they said,

"Oh yeah, we are. "

These young Vietnamese pilots

would go to their homes,

land right in their front

yards, pick up their families

and anybody else, and head out to sea,

hoping they can rendezvous with a ship.

Well, we're one of the

first ships they saw.

Our flight deck will only take

one helicopter at a time landing.

There are no wheels on them.

They just have skids.

We couldn't think of what else

to do and these other planes

were looking for a place to land

so we just physically pushed them.

Of course, this was a big old

helicopter, thousands of pounds,

so we had to figure out

how to get it 15 feet over

to the edge of the flight deck.

You don't have time to

think about what you did,

you just had to do it.

So, we open up our flight

deck and they begin to land,

one right after the other.

Some of them were

sh*t at, holes in them.

Most of the Vietnamese

who came out, I'm talking

about the flight crews,

they were heavily armed,

all with side arms,

some with M-16 r*fles.

They had no idea what was

going to happen so they came out

ready for anything, really.

So we had to disarm them.

None of them had ever

landed on a ship before.

They were Vietnamese Air Force.

Everybody had a g*n and we took

all the g*ns away from them.

Then about five minutes later

another one came in and landed.

And we pushed his

airplane over the side.

That was the second one.

I helped push that one over, too.

Then the third plane came in.

It landed also.

We pushed it over the side.

So meanwhile, we've thrown three

helicopters in the water so far.

This is incredible.

I know you probably

don't believe any of this,

but it's all true.

By late afternoon,

the chopper flow at the

embassy really started.

And each time a bird came in,

here would go another 40, 50 people.

But did the right mix of people get out?

You know, who says that

these were the people

who either deserved or

should have gone out?

At the embassy a lot of

the people who got out

happened to be good wall jumpers.

The choppers started coming

in at ten-minute intervals.

One would land on the roof

and one would land on the parking lot.

They would put all the

Vietnamese in groups,

they would search them,

and if they had any weapons

all those weapons were

thrown into the swimming pool.

And as soon as the chopper

would land they would be brought

into the restricted area

where a couple of the Marines

would escort them into the aircraft.

Then they would raise

the ramp up and take off.

I remember I talked to my friend

and he said, "Oh, it's our turn now.

We're almost there. "

You know, so we're all excited.

And I remember very

distinctively that every time

the helicopter coming

down it just blew us away.

We have to kind of duck down

to fight with the wind of the chopper.

Three of the choppers that

came in each landed a platoon

of 40 Marines from the task force.

And they had to be brought in

because we didn't have enough

Marines in the embassy security

guard to secure the walls.

I went with my wife to the embassy.

A lot of people, they clenched

to the top of the wall,

but they couldn't get in.

Each gate was besieged like that,

although the side gate was the

principal place where they came.

People holding letters saying,

you know, "I worked for the Americans.

Please let me in. "

Journalists were arriving and

counting on being recognized

to be let in by the Marines.

There was a sea of people

wanting to get out by helicopters.

But, well, they looked up

at the helicopters leaving

and I could see their eyes.

Desperate eyes.

My dad flew a Chinook helicopter

in the South Vietnamese Air Force.

He had been waiting for

orders but his captain had,

you know, basically just left.

So he and some other pilots

picked out the best

Chinooks and took off.

He said it was the

Wild West at this point.

Just you and your horse and

you just do what you had to do

to survive and take care of your family.

He had given my mom a heads-up

that if she did hear a

Chinook coming, to get ready.

I was six and a half years old.

I can still hear the rumbling,

a very, you know, familiar

rumbling of a Chinook.

When you hear the Chinook

coming, you know it's coming.

I knew my dad was coming.

In Saigon, during my childhood,

it was like, say, living

in the middle of busy L.A.

So, there's really not a

big area to land the Chinook.

So he came in and

landed in a play field.

Caused a lot of wind,

caused a lot of commotion.

My mom grabbed my little sister,

who was about six months at that time,

and I have a little brother who was

about three or four

years old, and myself.

We quickly ran into the

Chinook and we all flew off

out into the Pacific Ocean.

My dad was afraid for

not having enough fuel,

afraid for a lot of things.

He was just flying blind.

And then he saw a ship out there.

In the middle of the

day, after we had taken

those first helicopters aboard,

this huge helicopter called a Chinook,

it came out and tried

to land on the ship.

And oh, we almost... the thing

almost crashed onboard our ship.

This big Chinook showed up.

There's no way he could land

on Kirk without impacting the ship.

He would have k*lled everybody

on this helicopter plus my crew.

It was way too big to land.

We thought that the

helicopter would just fly away.

But as the ship was moving

forward probably four, five,

six knots, something like

that, the pilot communicated

that he was running low on fuel.

He opened up the port side of

the helicopter and he hovered

across the stern of the Kirk.

Then, all of a sudden,

here comes a human.

One by one, we jump out.

I jumped out, my brother jumped out.

My mom was holding my

sister, obviously very scared.

And she just, you know, just

trustingly, just with one hand,

with her right hand, holding on

with her left to brace herself,

you know, just dropped my baby sister.

One fella is standing there

and he said he looked up

and he saw this big bundle

of stuff come flying out

and it was a baby.

It was the

one-year-old baby.

And then the mother jumped

out and he caught her, too.

Then the pilot flew out on

our starboard, right side.

He hovered with his wheels

in and out of the water.

He hovered there for like

ten minutes and we couldn't

figure out what he was

doing and it turned out

what he was doing was

taking his flight suit off.

Here's a man flying a twin

rotor helicopter by himself,

and at the same time he's

taking off a flight suit.

How you do it, I've

talked to helicopter pilots

and they can't figure out how

he did that, you know, how...

like a Houdini, trying

to get out of this thing.

And finally, he made the

helicopter roll to the right

as he stepped out the door on the left.

Just thunderous loud noise.

The shrapnel is just blowing up.

And suddenly just quiet.

And he pops up.

And he's alive.

And he swam away.

And the helicopter was

only about 20 feet from him

when it hit the water; it was amazing.

We went out and picked him up.

He was none, no worse for the wear.

He was a little bit wet.

Only one unfortunate thing is

he had some small bars of gold,

which was all his worldly possessions,

that were in his shirt

pocket and it sank.

So he lost everything.

He didn't own a thing but his underwear

when he finally came aboard the ship.

He was a tremendous pilot.

The guy was just so cool and calm.

We've so far taken a

total of 17 helicopters.

We ended up with 157

people aboard this ship.

And that crew was very special.

They went, they took their

money, went to the Navy exchange

and commissary, bought all the

clothes and food they could get,

took it up and gave it to the

refugees they had befriended.

They were unbelievable.

We laid mats and all kinds

of blankets and stuff out

on the deck for the babies.

And there were all kinds

of... there were infants

and children and women,

and oh, it was a scene

I'll never forget.

We were happy.

My mom was just, you know, wow.

Symbolically, it was like,

you know, the first step

onto not American soil,

but American freedom.

When we started the evacuation

we were very, very excited about it.

Then your next emotion probably was

just determined to get this job

done and get these people out.

And then, later as it

went on you became fatigued

and frustrated that you could

never make a dent in the amount

of people that were

coming out of the embassy.

You'd ask questions like, was

the crowd getting any smaller?

"When are we going to

finish this?" you know.

And they'd say,

"You know, we're under

orders from the Ambassador.

We're doing the best we can. "

Carrier pilots were saying,

look, it's an

uncontrollable sea of people

and Ambassador Martin

has lost his objectivity,

that Ambassador Martin

is trying to evacuate

all of Saigon through the U.S. embassy.

But he was doing his best

under terrible circumstances.

JOSEPH McBRIDE: Ambassador Martin

was dragging out the evacuation

as long as he could

to get as many South

Vietnamese out as possible.

Each helicopter took about 40 people.

He knew that once the

Americans were gone,

the evacuation would be over.

So they just put one or

two Americans on each one.

You're very tired and you're

not seeing an end to this thing.

So I got the word out,

"You know, we could

use some help out here.

We only have 75 helicopters. "

And the word comes back, "No.

No, Marine pilots don't get tired. "

Back at the embassy under

the Ambassador's direction,

we, of course, were taking advantage

of the presence of the aircraft

to evacuate threatened folks.

But there were other independent

efforts to get people out.

McBRIDE: Several of us at the embassy

agreed that we would drive vans

down to the docks on the Saigon River.

I had an assigned assembly

point in the middle of Saigon,

and I crammed about 15

people into a nine-person van

and then drove through

the streets of Saigon

through various checkpoints

down to the docks.

People would get out

and go running for these

commercial boats and get on.

I made a number of runs

and there'd just be more

and more and more people.

Finally, as the sun was going down,

we were running out of light.

Man came up to me.

I turned to him and said,

"This is my last load.

I, you know, I can't take anymore. "

I said, "Well, get your family. "

And he said, "Can't do it.

"My family's too big.

My family's too big. "

And he just shook my hand

and said, "Thanks for trying,"

and walked away.

So I came back to the

embassy and parked the van.

It was already getting

well into twilight.

Got my way through the crowd.

It was a big crowd.

I had nothing more I could do.

So I went to get on the helicopter

and Ambassador Martin pulled

me out of line and he said,

"I know what you've been doing.

"I know you've been out there.

"We've been talking.

I want to thank you. "

I thought that was a kind gesture.

By that time it was definitely dark.

The lights of the...

of the helicopter inside

radiated very clearly.

I sat down, looked around.

I was one of maybe

two or three Americans.

The rest were all Vietnamese.

And we flew out.

It was very dark.

I remember that.

And people started to elbow

each other and try to get

in the front line.

And that's when the

Captain Herrington started

speaking to us in Vietnamese.

"Nobody is going to be left behind. "

And then he said, "When

you are in American embassy,

"you are in American soil.

"I promise, me and my

soldier will be the last one

leave the embassy. "

So after that announcement

everybody feel relaxed.

Literally, we totally relaxed.

We have nothing to worry about.

Yeah.

We were told

that the North Vietnamese

tanks were coming very close.

So we asked, we in

the White House, asked

the Defense Department how

many South Vietnamese were left.

"Left" meant inside

the embassy compound.

And then we calculated

how many helicopters

it would take to get them out.

We told Martin that he had

to be on the last helicopter.

All I know is that in Washington

there was confusion about

the numbers on the ground.

At 1:00 a. m. there were

1,100 people left to evacuate.

After we'd had a flurry of choppers

and cleaned out more than half of them

and there were 420 people left,

we received an order from Washington

that the lift was over

other than the extraction

of the remaining Americans.

About 4:00 in the morning, 4:30,

I land on the USS Blue Ridge again.

So, General Carey comes

out, gives me an apple

and a cup of coffee

or something and says,

"We're under orders from the President.

You got to get the Ambassador out. "

So we fly in.

I land on the roof exactly at

4:50 in the morning and I said,

"I'm not leaving until

the Ambassador's onboard. "

One of the Marines lowered

the flag, folded it up

and escorted the Ambassador

up to the landing zone

up on top of the embassy

and he gave him the flag

and, uh, that was it.

Major Kean came to Colonel

Madison, said, "No more.

Only Americans from this point on. "

And Madison said, "The hell you say.

We've got these people over here. "

And Kean said, "Sir,

not going to happen.

It's a presidential order. "

And Madison said, "I'll take

this up with the Ambassador. "

He was very hot under the collar.

And Kean said, "You can't, that's him,"

and pointed to the CH-46

that was just flying away.

So the Ambassador's on board.

And out we go.

We land on the Blue Ridge.

15 or 20, maybe 25 people

get off with the Ambassador

and that was the end of it.

I flew 18.3 hours straight through.

Graham Martin looked very

tired, extremely haggard.

I mean, he looked like... I'm

sure the pressure was immense.

And at what time were

you to cease evacuation?

Cease evacuation?

We could still be flying if we

hadn't gotten the Ambassador out

because he refused to stop the lift.

I think about 3:00.

3:00 in the morning?

No, 3:45.

Colonel Madison says

to me, "We're screwed.

"Stu, you stay down

here in the parking lot

and keep these 420 people warm"...

Meaning if they see us

all leave at the same time

they'll panic... "and then

make your way to the roof.

We gotta go. "

And he was very angry

and very disappointed.

So they disappeared into the embassy.

And I went to where

the remaining Vietnamese

who were waiting and told them...

"Big helicopters about to

come," and waited a few minutes.

Then I saw a chopper

take off and I thought,

"sh*t, was I supposed

to be on that one?"

So, I looked at the

Vietnamese and I said...

"I got to take a leak. "

And I left into the shadows.

I made my way around

in a circuitous route

and went into the embassy.

I thought about how this

really, really was wrong.

I thought maybe I should

just say, "I'm not leaving

till they go, because I promised them. "

And then I said, "Don't be a fool.

"Maybe they've started

sh**ting down helicopters

"for all you know.

"You're not going to

get anybody else out.

"It's a presidential order.

This decision has been made. "

So, I got to the roof and a

CH-46 alighted on the rooftop,

put its ramp down and we got on board.

As it took off, the door was open.

And down in the parking lot

I could see the group of 420 of them.

They were right were we

had left them marshaled

on this little patch of grass.

I felt absolutely awful.

It was just so... serious

and deep a betrayal.

Later that night I was

quite surprised that I got

a call to "Come alongside the flagship.

The Admiral wants to speak to you. "

My first reaction, as any

CO, is, "What did we do?"

not realizing we had been

picked for a special mission.

We were supposed to pick up this person.

He was 30 years old, came

aboard, civilian clothes.

And the Captain was just told

to take his direction from this guy.

I went aboard the Kirk and

met with Captain Paul Jacobs.

And the first thing he said to me is,

"Young man, I'm not accustomed

"to strange civilians

coming aboard my ship armed

in the middle of the night. "

And I said, "Captain, I

assure you, neither am I."

He smelled like a

Naval officer, you know.

You know, one officer

can smell another one.

So, I looked him up in the blue book.

He's a graduate of the Naval Academy.

So from that point on we were fine.

"What do you want to do?"

And we worked together as a team.

We steamed down to Con

Son Island and we could see

on the radar display that

there were a lot of blips.

And I remember dawn breaking

and the sun coming up,

and seeing what I had seen

as a radar display in person.

There were dozens of ships.

And not just Vietnamese naval ships,

but also civilian ships.

And they were all totally

crammed with people.

There are no words to describe

what a ship looks like that holds 200

and it's got 2,000 on it.

I don't think anybody really

understood the magnitude of it

until we looked at what

we got in front of us.

It looked like something out of Exodus.

Our mission was to help the

ships into international waters.

But now they had all these people.

My reaction is, "How the

hell are we going to do this?"

Most of the Vietnamese Navy

ships were dead in the water,

some were anchored,

some were just adrift.

So, we sent over our

engineering, technical people

to see what we could do to

help them and get them underway.

We had worked a plan out to sail

the ships to the Philippines.

And the Kirk was going to escort them.

But the fact that they're

going to be crammed

with an unknown number of civilians

was somewhat problematic.

The U.S. government already

had a refugee problem

with the U.S. Naval ships.

This was another 30,000 or

more people to deal with.

We were up all night talking about it.

And I'm convinced that if we

sent them back or took them back

they would have k*lled them all.

And Armitage decided to bring them.

And he didn't get permission

from Washington to do that.

I thought it was a lot

easier to beg forgiveness

than to get permission.

So the decision was made.

And they all went with us.

We had finally got out

the last of the refugees

that we could get out.

Now we had to evacuate the Marines.

They were all inside the

embassy building except for us.

I was still on the embassy

grounds with two of my sergeants

and I said, "You two stay right with me.

Don't leave my side. "

We slowly walked backwards

to the embassy door

and a couple of

Vietnamese came towards me.

I said, "We have no more helicopters.

"That's it.

"I'm sorry.

We cannot take you. "

And they began to argue with me.

They spoke good English, too.

"We can ride in your helicopter. "

I said, "I'm sorry, no more. "

So we spun around and

slammed these huge doors,

and we locked it from behind.

I kind of fall asleep off and on,

but what gets me woke up is the noise.

It's a different noise.

So I kind of look up.

And the first thing in my sight was

I didn't see that soldier

there anymore on that wall.

There were people throwing

blankets or jackets

and materials over the barbed wire

so they can climb over

the wire to come in.

It was like, "Where are the soldiers?"

We were going up the stairs.

Below me I could hear feet

running on the stairway.

When we got to the roof, Master

Sergeant Valdez was there.

He says, "We got everybody?"

"Yeah. "

I said, "Man, there's somebody

chasing me up those stairs. "

There were wall lockers up on the roof

and those big fire extinguishers

with wheels so we tilted

all those wall lockers

and the fire extinguishers,

put them against the door.

There was a little window there

that we could see them in there,

al the Vietnamese trying

to get to the roof.

The Marines started going

out as choppers came in.

Then all of a sudden choppers all cease.

There was 11 of us still left there.

The briefing was delayed until

the evacuation was completed

and the last helicopters

are now in the air.

The President commends the

personnel of the armed forces

who accomplished it, as well

as Ambassador Graham Martin

and the staff of his

mission who served so well

under difficult conditions.

We were told that Martin had

left on the last helicopter

and that the evacuation had ended.

I'm confident that every

American who wanted to come out

is out.

So we held a briefing.

Well, turned out not to

be the last helicopter

because there was another

horrendous screw-up.

There were no helicopters.

You know, we were just

kind of sitting down around

looking at each other,

wondering, you know,

what's going to happen here,

you know, whether they

truly had forgotten about us.

So I got on my radio and I began

saying, "U.S. Navy, U.S. Navy,

American embassy, request

extraction immediate. "

And I repeated this

over and over and over.

The only option we had

was sit on the stupid roof

like a sitting duck.

And I kept thinking, "Where

are the North Vietnamese?"

About 7:45 in the morning

you could start seeing

North Vietnamese coming down the road.

My thoughts were, "What's

to keep them from bombing

the top of the embassy roof

and blowing us off," you know?

A t*nk is going to take one sh*t.

If it hits the building, you're gone.

So I didn't like the

idea of being up there,

but where else are you going to go?

Finally I looked out

and I saw a black dot.

When that chopper landed,

I told the Marines,

"Go. Get in. "

I was the last one out.

And as I was putting my foot

on the ramp, I fell down,

and I'm just hanging on

and the ramp's going up.

The ramp is closing

and I did what I was trained

in my first tour... count.

So I went, "One, two, three,

four, five, six... ten.

"Ten?

"One, two, three,

four, five, six... ten.

Ten. "

And I looked at the crew chief

and I said, "Put it down. "

I knew I was missing one man.

I remember looking at the ramp

and two hands were over the top of it.

So the Marines just kind of grabbed me

and then just pulled me in.

We left, by my watch,

at 7:58 Saigon time.

And we were the last 11.

My cameraman, Neil Davis,

and I decided to stay.

We saw the last helicopter

leave from the roof.

We then tried to scramble

into the embassy ourselves.

Neil got to the roof.

I did not.

And he saw dozens of Vietnamese

just sitting on the helicopter

pad on the roof of the embassy,

waiting, wanting to get out.

And of course no more

helicopters were going to come.

I didn't join them.

I actually... scared.

If the Communists come in,

the last thing we want them to see us

is in the American embassy.

So we get out.

People were coming in

and out of the buildings.

Literally, anything that

could not be fastened down

or was not fastened down

was being taken away.

Any souvenirs from

the Ambassador's office

were taken away.

Almost brick by brick the

embassy was being dismantled.

It was ordinary looting.

But more than that, I think it

was just frustration and anger

and an opportunity to get

back, perhaps, at the Americans

because in the view of

many in that crowd that day,

we had deserted them.

NBC news correspondent Jim Laurie

is one of the few Americans

still left in Saigon,

in the city when President

Duong Van Minh went on the radio

and told the Viet Cong

that his country would

surrender unconditionally

and that he had told its

army to lay down its arms.

Here from Saigon radio hookup

is Laurie's report on the surrender.

In the words of General Minh,

"We are here to hand over

the power of government to you

in order to avoid bloodshed. "

It is a unilateral ceasefire

and an unconditional surrender.

The 30-year w*r in South

Vietnam is at last over.

The first thing I did was

to destroy my documents,

my badges, just keeping the civilian ID.

And then I went around

Saigon to see what happened.

I saw a lot of South Vietnamese

soldiers in underwear.

They took off all their

m*llitary clothes, boots,

and they threw them away.

And I thought, well,

what would happen to them?

And to me, to myself.

Right.

I thought of my friends who were

k*lled in action and I thought,

"Well, is this what we fought for?"

"Is this what the Americans came for?"

And I didn't have the answer.

I have wrestled with this ever since.

I realized that I had become

the quintessential American in Vietnam.

I had all these causes, all

these big things I was doing.

I was trying to get the

truth back to Washington.

I was talking to agents, trying

to persuade the Ambassador,

and I forgot that what was

at stake were human lives.

For years after that, I

hear that sound in my head,

that sound like,

"Tchk-tchk-tchk-tchk-tchk. "

In the middle of the

night I just jump up.

I thought the helicopter

come pick me up.

I called it "dream in the wind. "

Later we found out the

big fleet is out there.

You can just take a boat and go there.

They take everybody.

If you can get out

there, you're on board.

And I just didn't know that.

You know, so...

As we approached the

Philippines with our refugees,

there was a big problem.

They wouldn't let us in.

And the reason they

wouldn't let us in is

because the government

there had recognized

the new regime in Vietnam

and these Navy ships we were escorting,

they were all flying

South Vietnamese flags.

And the solution was to

reflag all these ships

as American ships.

They lowered their Vietnamese

flag, people crying.

It was very emotional for

them to lose their country,

their flag, their ship.

Everything was gone.

And then we raised the American flag.

We tried to do that with

as much dignity as we could.

There were thousands and

thousands of Americans

who served in Vietnam who were

sitting at home heartbroken

at watching this whole

thing come to naught.

The end of April of 1975 was...

the whole Vietnam

involvement in microcosm...

Promises made in good

faith, promises broken;

people being hurt because we

didn't get our act together.

You know, the whole Vietnam w*r

is a story that kind

of sounds like that.

But on the other hand,

sometimes there are moments

when good people have

to rise to the occasion

and do the things that need to be done.

And in Saigon, there was no

shortage of people like that.
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