HO CHI MINH, Yevgeny Kobelev
Judul/Title: Ho Chi Minh
Penulis/Author: Yevgeny Kobelev
Penerbit/Publisher: The Gioi Publishers
Edisi/Edition: 2000
Halaman/Pages: 301
Dimensi/Dimension: 14 x 21.5 x 1.5cm
Sampul/Cover: Paperback
Bahasa/Language: English
Kategori/Category: Sewa, Jual/Rent, Sale
Harga Jual/Sale Price: Rp. 80.000,-
Call No.: 959.7/Kob/h/C.1
Status: Ada/Available
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It so happened that I was in Vietnam as TASS correspondent when the country was fending off the U.S. agression. The deepest impressions are of my short stay in the southern provinces in June 1965.
The war was in its third month. Black smoke hovered on the horizon. It rose from burning houses, field, and jungle. Banana leaves pinned on netting camouflaged our jeep, for it was a rare minutes that no U.S. bombers roared overhead.
Bomb craters merred the frontline roads. At river crossings we waited for nightfall. At after-dark markets beside the jetties, in the light of frail oil-lamp, old women sold bananas and coconuts, litchis and huge crabs. Travellers like us examined the wares in the light of torches, bargaining in subdued, somewhat guilty, voices. From accros the river, a few miles away, came the noise of battle-bombs bursting, guns going off, and red glow coluring the dark sky. Under attack was the provincial capital of Vinh.
It so happened that I was in Vietnam as TASS correspondent when the country was fending off the U.S. agression. The deepest impressions are of my short stay in the southern provinces in June 1965.
The war was in its third month. Black smoke hovered on the horizon. It rose from burning houses, field, and jungle. Banana leaves pinned on netting camouflaged our jeep, for it was a rare minutes that no U.S. bombers roared overhead.
Bomb craters merred the frontline roads. At river crossings we waited for nightfall. At after-dark markets beside the jetties, in the light of frail oil-lamp, old women sold bananas and coconuts, litchis and huge crabs. Travellers like us examined the wares in the light of torches, bargaining in subdued, somewhat guilty, voices. From accros the river, a few miles away, came the noise of battle-bombs bursting, guns going off, and red glow coluring the dark sky. Under attack was the provincial capital of Vinh.
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