Kiss the Boys Goodbye: How the United States Betrayed Its Own POWs in Vietnam
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For many Americans, the recent conflicts in Iraq and Afghanistan bring back painful memories of one issue in particular: American policy on the rescue of and negotiation for American prisoners. One current American POW of the Taliban, Sergeant Bowe Bergdahl, stands as their symbol. Thousands of Vietnam veteran POW activists worry that Bergdahl will suffer the fate of so many of their POW/MIA comrades—abandonment once the US leaves that theater of war.
Kiss the Boys Goodbye convincingly shows that a legacy of shame remains from America’s ill-fated involvement in Vietnam. Until US government policy on POW/MIAs changes, it remains one of the most crucial issues for any American soldier who fights for home and country, particularly when we are engaged with an enemy that doesn’t adhere to the international standards for the treatment of prisoners—or any American hostage—as the graphic video of Daniel Pearl’s decapitation on various Jihad websites bears out.
In this explosive book, Monika Jensen-Stevenson and William Stevenson provide startling evidence that American troops were left in captivity in Indochina, victims of their government’s abuse of secrecy and power. The book not only delves into the world of official obstruction, missing files, censored testimony, and the pressures brought to bear on witnesses ready to tell the truth, but also reveals the trauma on patriotic families torn apart by a policy that, at first, seemed unbelievable to them.
First published in 1990, Kiss the Boys Goodbye has become a classic on the subject. This new edition features an afterword, which fills in the news on the latest verifiable scandal produced by the Senate Select Committee on POWs.
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Shelton, told me, “The League was started by wives to force a wartime administration to act on behalf of their men held in prison camps. Now it’s run by the government as a front to kill open discussion.” Marian Shelton was the wife of the only missing American who was still carried officially on the prisoner-of-war lists. She would suffer later for her bluntness. She said, “Thanks to Solarz’s speech and the League, the American people don’t have a chance to decide the truth. My heart goes out to
‘What are all these other aircraft doing? Are they part of this?’ “And the other aircraft were a type nobody had in the Pacific area at this time – they’d come specially from the States. Suddenly I got aircraft that don’t belong there, I got the offer of arms and helicopters, I got a C-132 to myself with nobody to control me. And I got a crew that’s got a flight plan they don’t know about.” Colonel Howard, Major Smith, and Sergeant McIntire went into a huddle with the C-132 captain. If that
problems. He looked worried. “You’ve got to be really careful,” he said. He was worried about a number of odd incidents that had happened since I’d started working on this story. A few days after Garwood and the vets came to our home for that first conversation, a man had run through the house. It frightened my mother who was visiting and was alone at the time. The police later found evidence of an intruder and offered to watch the house. Then there was that curious blond man who said he was a
camera. One thing had been made absolutely clear to him: “Say the wrong thing and we’ll keep you here forever.” Now, six years after the film was made, he looked back at himself, a stranger under duress, speaking his native language with a noticeable accent, forever cautiously seeking the approval of his handlers. A baggy Russian-style civilian suit cloaks his painfully thin frame. His eyes are sunken, his teeth black with decay. An American is heard prompting him behind the faint Vietnamese of