signed in his presence.
DICTED by Mr. Klaander;
Henry A. Klaander

Sincerely yours,

Beat regards.

moment.
The White House does not seem too desirable at the
States. I have spoken to you to Bill Bundy and others.
Do let me know when you come back to the United
meeks.

come to Vietnam on a quick trip within the next two
There is, so you may know, a chance that I may
so well.

simple things. Still I am delighted matters turned out
I am not so amuse about it whether they can organize
were capable of organizing complicated things. What
I never have had any doubt that the Vietnamese

Thank you for your letter of September 16th.

Dear John:

San Francisco, California
APO 96243
Salomon
American Embassy
Mr. John R. Burke

September 29, 1968

EMBASSY
OF THE
UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

Saigon, Vietnam

September 16, 1966

Dr. Henry A. Kissinger
Harvard University
Center For International Affairs
6 Divinity Avenue
Cambridge, Massachusetts 02138

SEP 29 1966

Dear Henry,

The elections, as you already know, are over. They were held last Sunday throughout the country. They were a miracle of organization. As I have often said, if one lets the Vietnamese alone, they are quite capable of organizing almost anything from an ice cream social to the most complicated political exercise known to man. Last Sunday's show was a most complicated political exercise.

I won't bore you with the details of what happened. Suffice to say that it far exceeded my predictions. Especially gratifying was the victory in Saigon's second district of Dang Van Sung and Phan Khac Suu. You may remember that we dined with Sung the night after the deadline for candidate filing. He told us then that he and Suu were being disqualified on technical grounds. Philosophically he said that he would not protest, despite urging by Pham Quang Dan, who was at the same dinner, and ourselves. (Dan by the way, was also a successful candidate in Gia Dinh province.) As you know the reinstatement of Sung and Suu was effected within the next few days. They were both elected in a very free election.

I thought you might be interested in this brief footnote to history.

P.S. I'm due to leave Saigon on October 15. I hope we'll have a chance to get together sometime after my return to the United States.

When I arrived at MACV II Building T-1340 to fix it, I found that the rains had dislodged a number of tiles from the roof. So I ripped up a beam with a pully at the top of the building and hoisted up a couple of barrels full of tile.

When I fixed the building, there has been a lot of tile left over. I hoisted the barrel back up again and secured the line at the bottom, and then went up and filled the barrel with the extra tile. Then I went down to the bottom and cast off the line.

Unfortunately, the barrel of tile was heavier than I was and before I knew what was happening the barrel started down, jerking me off the ground. I decided to hang on and half way up I met the barrel coming down and received a severe blow on the shoulder.

I then continued to the top banging my head against the beam and getting my fingers jammed in the pulley. When the barrel hit the ground it burst its bottom, allowing all the tile to spill out. I now was heavier than the barrel and it started down again at high speed.

Halfway down I met the barrel coming up, and received severe injuries by my shin. When I hit the ground I landed on the tile, getting several painful cuts from the sharp edges.

At this point I must have lost my presence of mind because I let go of the line. The barrel then came down, giving me another heavy blow on the head and putting me in the hospital. I respectfully request sick leave.

Nguyen van Teo

# Once More, Vietnam

(Tune: "Greenland, Greenland"; words by William B. Stubbs)

Where the 155s make the windows shake,
And a coup comes each Sunday afternoon,
Where they mine your cars and grenade you in the bars,
Once more, once more Vietnam for you, brave boys,
Once more, once more Vietnam for you.

"Twas back in 1963, of June the 13th day,
When I first set foot on the strip at Tan Lon Nhut,
And to Saigon made my way, brave boys,
To Saigon made my way.

I was told as I ducked a grenade that day,
We'll be out by Christmas '64,
For we've fought so long to defeat the Viet Cong,
That they can't last twelve months more, brave boys,
They can't last twelve months more.

Now the VC are a crooked lot,
They sleep by light of day,
When the sun goes down, they come sneaking into town,
And they make the peasants pay, brave boys,
They make the peasants pay.

So all night long we flush them out,
To give them their just fate,
And at break of day we come wand'ring back to Hue
To watch the students demonstrate, brave boys,
The students demonstrate.

Now, demonstrations are a wond'rous thing,
They are the national sport,
Let the Premier know that it's time for him to go,
For he has no more support, brave boys,
He has no more support.

Well, we had a coup back in '63,
We've now had several coups more,
And we're still right here mixing nhut mam with our beer,
After Christmas '64, brave boys,
Christmas '64.

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