We lurch a block down the street, and find ourselves behind the U.S. Embassy. A crowd of Vietnamese, numbering in the hundreds, is trying to climb over the walls as Marines inside the compound beat back the advances. Seeing our busses, a crowd starts to form a line in front of us. The driver is panicked. He is immobilized.
Fists start to beat on the wire mesh covering the window.
Blood starts to run down the grenade shields from their hands. The crowd is screaming. We feel sick as the bus clears the crowd. Their Sacrifice Will Never Be Forgotten. The lead bus crashes through the wire that had been the last barricade, and swings through the gate of DAO compound.