Vietnamese female soldiers

On August 2nd, I, a female soldier from Vietnam
, arrived in Da Nang aboard the South Vietnamese Navy's Hung Dao Vuong II tank landing craft, and then transferred to a train to Hue.
In the gray three-story building of the Hue Police Station, I met Nguyen Van Tan, who had arrived there the day before. He was wearing a special police officer's uniform, with the shoulder insignia of a major and a white belt. He seemed surprised to see me and led me to an air-conditioned office.
I explained that I had come to Hue because I was personally interested in his drug trials and requested permission to observe the entire interrogation. He smiled and shook his head, indicating disbelief. I showed him a forged certificate and explained that I had initially planned to go on vacation to Bangkok, but ultimately decided to come to Hue. He reluctantly asked me to wait a moment and turned to leave the room.
A few minutes later, Nguyen Van Tan and Huy entered together. They welcomed me to Hue and readily agreed to let me observe their upcoming special interrogation. However, they had one condition: the results of this interrogation could only be disclosed to the outside world, and the drug trials must be kept strictly confidential. I agreed to their terms almost without hesitation.
That afternoon, they interrogated Do Thi Tinh, a member of the Women's Liberation Committee of the Viet Cong National Liberation Front in Thua Thien Province, who had been captured a few days earlier. Huy told me that Do Thi Tinh was only twenty-four years old, but she held an important position in the Viet Cong, responsible for raids on "strategic villages" in western Thua Thien province.
This operation, coordinated by Lao troops under Phla Si Abe, was being carried out in the area from Lieu Bau to Khe Son in Quang Tri province.
At that time, Huy's special police force surrounded the Viet Cong-occupied town of Du Lu, about twenty kilometers south of Khe Son.
After five hours of intense gun battle, the Viet Cong withdrew from the town, and Do Thi Tinh and three other male and female guerrillas, who were unable to retreat in time , took refuge in a brick kiln.
The owner of the brick kiln, a former chairman of a commune council, immediately reported the situation to the police. Huy ordered the police to fire tear gas at the brick kiln, and before the Viet Cong members could retaliate, masked police rushed into the brick kiln and arrested them.
Torture Chamber No. 5 was located in the basement of the Hue Police Station's backyard. It had once been a French wine cellar, about thirty meters in size, with gray brick walls covered in thick, slippery moss. Various instruments of torture and ropes for hanging prisoners hung from the pillars, racks, and iron beams of the torture chamber, while a dim, eerie light emanated from a lamp with a green shade.
The iron door of the torture chamber opened, and two shirtless policemen in shorts led in Do Thi Tinh, her hands bound behind her back.
Upon first seeing Do Thi Tinh, I could hardly believe that such a young woman was the Viet Cong terrorist Huy had described. Standing before me was not like the ragged, disheveled Vietnamese women I often saw in Saigon police stations, attacking American soldiers with grenades; she was not the robust, imposing heroine wielding a submachine gun during raids.
Du Thi Tien was a very plump and delicate Vietnamese girl with captivating eyes, long eyelashes, and soft, slightly pouting lips, as if she were sulking. Despite her dirty face, her fair skin was still noticeable. She was short, with long, black hair that reached past her hips. One full breast peeked out from her torn tunic, and her wide, dusty black trousers partially concealed her bare feet.
Hui began the interrogation. He first asked Du Thi Tien her name, to which she immediately and without hesitation gave a false one. At this point, the brick kiln owner standing nearby exposed her lie and revealed her activities in Du Lu.
He said that several months earlier, Du Thi Tien had abducted and killed her brother, dumping his body on the streets of Du Lu because her brother had arrested her father while working as a policeman. Furthermore, the owner said that Du Thi Tien, along with her husband who had secretly returned to Du Lu from the north, had planned and led an attack on a nearby strategic village.
“Is what he said true?”
Hui asked, pointing at the factory owner.
Du Thi Tiong nodded, glancing at the factory owner with disdain; at the same time, I noticed she also glanced at the various instruments of torture laid out around her.
Hui told her that the police already knew she was a member of the Women's Committee of Thua Thien Province, and that if she cooperated with the government and revealed the whereabouts of other Viet Cong members, she would be released immediately, and her past crimes would not be pursued.
Aside from admitting what the factory owner said, Du Thi Tiong remained silent on other matters. Seeing Hui preparing to torture her, I went over and advised her, “You are young, the government will forgive you. Don't worry about being punished if you speak out. I can personally guarantee that if you tell everything you know, your safety and freedom will be immediately guaranteed, and you will even be given a job in the government.”
Clearly, she was very surprised to hear an American speaking Vietnamese, but she quickly regained her composure.
She shouted at me, "Why aren't you in America? Why are you interrogating me in Vietnam?"
I explained to her that the Americans were providing aid at the request of the Vietnamese government, and that her and her accomplices' assassinations of government officials and sabotage activities were crimes from any perspective. But she wouldn't listen to my advice. Instead, she condemned me with words from Viet Cong leaflets and spat to express her hatred.
Huy grabbed her hair and slapped her hard across the face. She staggered, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, her pale cheek quickly swelling. She stood there stubbornly, glaring at us with hatred.
"Congiangha!"
the son of a bitch Huy cursed her viciously, threatening to beat her to death in the interrogation room. Du Thi Thanh fearlessly rebuked Huy in the same tone, declaring that the Viet Cong would avenge her, thus making a severe torture inevitable.
At Hui's command, two policemen grabbed the ropes binding Du Shiqing and began pulling down her trousers. Du Shiqing struggled violently, cursing them and dragging the two policemen down to the ground.
Vietnamese women often use elastic waistbands instead of leather belts for their trousers, so the two policemen quickly stripped Du Shiqing of her trousers and underwear, then tore off her already tattered clothes.
Du Shiqing curled up on the damp ground, trying to cover her breasts with her legs, looking at us with terror.
Hui ordered the two policemen to pull her up, forcing her to stand naked, and humiliating her with many vulgar words. Du Shiqing blushed with shame, cursing and struggling in the hands of the two policemen, only to fall down again.
The two policemen held her down, separating her legs and securing them to two iron hoops on the ground, then tied her hands in front of her, pulled an iron chain down from the beam, hooked it onto the rope binding her hands, and then pulled the pulley.
Du Thi Thanh's arms were slowly pulled up, her body gradually straightening until she could no longer move.
Hui, gazing at the naked Vietnamese woman strapped to the torture chamber, groped her body, attempting to humiliate her. He brazenly patted her stomach, dug into her navel with his fingers, and mockingly said that the Viet Cong would never know she was standing naked in that secret torture chamber, and would never avenge her; yet she would be imprisoned there for a long time, enduring all sorts of torture every day until she died silently, unnoticed.
Seeing this, I turned and left. This vulgar interrogation was utterly disgusting. However, when I entered another torture chamber, I saw almost the same scene: police were brutally whipping a female prisoner who had been suspended; the trousers of a male prisoner bound to a torture bed had been removed, and a policeman was branding his penis with a red-hot iron bar. The male prisoner screamed hoarsely, sweat pouring down his body, and a foul, acrid smell filled the torture chamber. This brutal scene reminded me of the torture and killings that were carried out everywhere before President Ngo Dinh Diem's assassination.
I left the interrogation room and lit a cigarette. Just then, a agonizing scream came from interrogation room number five. I knew they were torturing her. The thought of her being strapped naked to the center of the room made the methods Hui used self-evident.
At that moment, I would have preferred Hui to immediately inject Du Shiqing with that cruel, yet different, lactation-inducing drug, rather than see him, like the Vietnamese police often did, stab long needles into her breasts or brand her genitals with red-hot irons. Those medieval tortures were truly horrific.
Du Shiqing's screams gradually became hoarse, until only intermittent groans and gasps remained. After a while, Hui used some kind of torture device, making her screams even more piercing. Her long, trembling screams were chilling. I threw away my cigarette, pushed open the door to interrogation room number five, and went inside.
In the torture chamber, the red wire indicating the voltage of the electrocution controller on the table was constantly rising. One end of each of the two wires was wrapped around Du Shiqing's two erect nipples. The current passed through her nipples, causing her flesh to convulse uncontrollably. Each time the current increased, her body arched backward, her head tilted back; her face was pale, sweat poured from her body, and her hair clung to her face. Hui and Ruan Wenxin were unmoved by her suffering. In fact, they didn't treat her as a woman of flesh and blood at all; they simply waited indifferently for the confession they hoped to obtain.
"If you don't talk, I'll make you dance this unbearable dance every moment until you die,"
Hui threatened her.
Du Shiqing was clearly a girl of strong will; despite her excruciating pain, she showed no sign of yielding. Her mouth was wide open, her lips trembling, and the muscles in her face were contorted with pain. When Hui increased the current, her body would suddenly straighten, arching backward, and her eyes would roll upward.
Sometimes, Hui would disconnect the power to wake her up briefly before turning the current back on. He cruelly tortured the poor woman like a toy, making her writhe and scream.
Gradually, Du Shiqing's cries turned into desperate wails, almost inhuman.
Her screams ceased, her head drooped limply to her chest, sweat dripping from her body like dew; she had clearly lost consciousness.
"Why not use the drugs you prepared?"
I asked.
Hui smiled at me. "That method doesn't yield a confession immediately; it takes a long time. So, in the end, we'll try various instruments of torture first."
He ordered the police to untie Du Shiqing and place her on a wooden board with holes on all four sides. He then inserted her limbs into the holes and tied them securely with rope, placing a thick wooden board under her buttocks so she lay on her back. A policeman poured cold water on her to revive her.
Du Shiqing was too weak to speak, only gasping for breath and groaning in pain.
Hui threatened her with vulgar language and inserted a specially made iron rod with a probe at the tip into Do Thi Tien's lower body.
I later learned that it was a stun gun manufactured by the United States for the South Vietnamese police specifically for female prisoners. Once inserted, it could reach into the woman's uterus, and when the metal probe was charged, the uterus would contract violently, causing the female prisoner to experience a throbbing, agonizing pain, even more intense than childbirth, with her internal organs convulsing.
This stun gun was delivered to the South Vietnamese police in 1965, and it was said that there had been cases where female prisoners had been electrocuted to death due to prolonged use. However, seeing such a torture device used on a female prisoner was indeed a first for me.
Hui connected the power source to the exposed socket of the stun gun and then went to the current controller. He told Do Thi Tien that this torture device was much more severe than other electric shocks and advised her not to reveal what she should have revealed long ago after suffering so much.
Do Thi Tien did not answer, her lips tightly pressed together. It seemed she was aware of the torture she was about to endure and was determined to overcome the physical pain.
The red light on the current controller illuminated, and Du Shiqing's eyes widened suddenly. Her body arched backward, and she let out a muffled groan. As the current increased, her insteps straightened, her wrists twisted, and the intermittent twitches around her stomach and thighs turned into rapid spasms. She let out a long, piercing scream, her eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.
I had Hui temporarily turn off the power to give her some time to recover.
"I...I'll tell...you everything."
Du Shiqing was clearly on the verge of collapse, and she tried her best to speak clearly: "I, oh...I mean...pull the thing out..."
Seeing that she had given in, we were all happy. Hui went over and leaned over her face, saying, "If you had done this earlier, you wouldn't have suffered so much. Tell me quickly, where are the other Viet Cong cadres hiding?"
Du Shiqing was still groaning and didn't answer immediately; her eyes were closed. Hui pried open her eyelids with his fingers, urging her to speak quickly. She struggled to turn her head to the side. Gasping, she said, "Comrades, you will avenge me."
Hui punched Du Shiqing heavily in the sweat-drenched chest and turned on the power again.
This cruel electric torture continued until after four o'clock in the afternoon. Du Shiqing was too weak to scream anymore. She lay limp on the torture bed, panting heavily. Sweat had accumulated into a large wet patch beneath her. Only when Hui applied the current did she let out a weak, painful groan.
For more than an hour, Du Shiqing endured the most cruel torture inflicted on a woman's genitals. Although she expressed a willingness to confess several times when she was in excruciating pain, she would become adamant again as long as she was given a little time to recover between electric shocks.
I witnessed firsthand the unparalleled resilience of Vietnamese women during torture on numerous occasions. Especially when brutal police inflicted barbaric torture on their uniquely female bodies, they endured it with a determination and willpower greater than women of any other nation in the world. Even when they pleaded in extreme pain, there was absolutely no betrayal of their faith. Hui
finally stopped the pointless torture. She ordered Nguyen Van Tan to inject Do Thi Tien with a large dose of an anti-pregnancy lactation agent, then commanded the police to untie the unconscious Do Thi Tien from the bed and carry her to her cell.
"These kinds of women are the hardest to deal with,"
Hui said helplessly, wiping the sweat from her brow. "Even teenage girls are becoming extremely stubborn these days."
Throughout the torture of Do Thi Tien, Nguyen Van Tan remained silent, sitting in a chair and observing every step with indifference. At this point, he stood up and walked over, saying, “Tough methods won’t work on women poisoned by Viet Cong ideology. In the Son Duong campaign, we dismembered and gutted six Viet Cong female cadres one by one, but it still didn’t work. So, we must first attack them mentally, break their spirits, and then use torture. At that point, they will find it unbearable. Without self-respect, they will confess quickly.”
“Then, won’t the drugs you use fundamentally turn them into promiscuous women?”
I asked.
“The purpose of using drugs is to make them lose their self-respect,”
Nguyen Van Tan said. “When they can’t control that strong, insatiable lust, their will will gradually crumble, and soon they will become the kind of ‘promiscuous women’ you described.”
“But don’t be too confident,”
I said. “Because I know that Vietnamese women have very strong wills, so even after being injected with drugs, they may not be driven by lust.”
Nguyen Van Tan looked unwavering: “I’m very confident about this. After the injection, their breasts will feel hot, and they’ll experience unbearable itching around their nipples and vulva. They’ll be constantly scratching, thus stimulating their own sexual desire. When the drug takes effect, the mucus will flow involuntarily, gradually leading to a state of arousal, ultimately resulting in sexual dysfunction and mental confusion.”
“A woman can endure various physical pains, but she absolutely cannot control this prolonged sexual arousal. Especially later, when milk production will be abundant, even if they try to suppress the milk flow, they won’t achieve the same result as other mothers who have given birth. Instead, they will produce even more milk, causing their mammary glands to swell excessively, resulting in a bursting pain that is simply unbearable. Therefore, they are forced to express milk frequently, and the act of constantly emptying their breasts psychologically makes them doubt their own dignity. That’s why I have complete faith in this drug.”
Around ten o’clock the next morning, I accompanied Hui and Nguyen Van Tan to the cell where Do Thi Thanh was being held.
It was a cramped single cell, only about five square meters in size, with no windows or bed; it was pitch black inside if the door was closed. Du Shiqing, dressed in tattered black clothes, huddled in the corner, her disheveled hair obscuring most of her face. The light streaming in from outside made her squint. She was clearly still recovering; her body was limp and weak, and her bare feet were covered in bruises from mosquito bites.
"Stand up!"
Hui walked over and kicked her, ordering her.
Du Shiqing propped herself up with her hands, then struggled to her feet, leaning against the wall. Her expression revealed the immense pain she was enduring; her arms and legs trembled, but she bit her lip to control herself, and followed us with difficulty to interrogation room number five.
She looked exhausted, standing silently with her head bowed before the interrogation table. I noticed that she repeatedly rubbed her chest with her wrists, clearly due to itchy nipples caused by medication.
Hui walked over, patted her on the shoulder, and asked her how she had thought things through. She shifted slightly but didn't answer.
Hui paced back and forth in the interrogation room: "I know you're suffering, but if you don't confess, I'll have to find a way to deal with you. I have all sorts of ways to break you. What you experienced yesterday was just the beginning. From now on, you'll experience even worse torture every day, and you'll try every instrument of torture. When you've suffered enough, I'll kill you here, and no one will know, and no one will avenge you."
Hui threatened Du Shiqing with all sorts of terrifying words and even told her about the torture inflicted on female prisoners. To prove his words, she ordered the police to bring in a young woman and strip her naked in front of Du Shiqing. The young woman was unrecognizable, covered in wounds, several of which were festering. Two barbed fishhooks were hooked from her nipples, from which hung empty perfume bottles.
The police dragged the young woman to a bucket and forced her to drink the dirty water inside. When she couldn't drink anymore, two policemen forced her down, grabbing her hair and pouring water down her throat.
The young woman lay on the ground, half-conscious, her belly swollen, her limbs outstretched, groaning in pain. The policemen dragged her up, tied her to a pillar, and brutally whipped her swollen belly with long bamboo sticks. With each blow, water overflowed from her mouth and anus, until she passed out.
After the torture was over, Hui ordered the policemen to drag the young woman back to her cell.
"Have you thought it through?"
Hui stared at Du Shiqing, twirling a dagger in his hand. "Do you want to experience that every day?"
Du Shiqing didn't look up, seemingly oblivious to what had just happened. "Even if you kill me, I won't tell you!"
she said softly but resolutely.
Hui chuckled slyly, “You think we’ll let you die so easily? Before you breathe your last, we’ll make you suffer all sorts of torments, slowly torture you until you confess.”
“It seems this Viet Cong woman is quite ill,”
he said to Nguyen Van Tan. “Let’s treat her first.”
Du Thi Thanh was too weak to resist. Hui and Nguyen Van Tan dragged her to the torture bed and injected her with a potent prolactin.
From that day on, they injected Du Thi Thanh and the two female guerrillas arrested with her twice a day with prolactin. They also laced their food and drinking water with medroxyprogesterone acetate (to promote breast development), posterior pituitary preparations that cause uterine contractions, and sensitizing drugs. Meanwhile, they were periodically taken to the torture room under the guise of interrogation to check the effects of the drugs.
Sure enough, these women, who had shown remarkable resilience under torture, appeared bewildered and uneasy each time they were brought to the torture room after being injected with the drugs. Despite their desperate attempts to suppress their sexual urges, they couldn't control their expressions and movements. Heads bowed, faces flushed, legs tightly pressed together, they tried to appear calm.
This pleased Hui and Nguyen Van Tan greatly. They increased the dosage, taking them to the interrogation room and even outside daily for humiliation, often with several policemen watching.
Soon, they could barely restrain themselves. Although they stubbornly refused to reveal details of the Viet Cong while mute, they were already showing great despair.
One evening in mid-August, Do Thi Tien was taken to the interrogation room again. This time, in addition to the usual injections and humiliation, she was met by five brutal Vietnamese policemen.
To prepare for their first interrogation in half a month, Nguyen Van Tan added ergot extract, which causes uterine spasms, to Do Thi Tien's daily food and drink. However, when Do Thi Tien discovered they were using aphrodisiacs on her, she began to resist the food and water offered to her. Therefore, Huy and Nguyen Van Tan had no choice but to threaten her with electric shocks every day to force her to eat.
Du Thi Qin endured the excruciating pain with immense willpower, refusing to express milk, forcing Huy to send two policemen to empty her breasts with a breast pump every three hours.
That lunchtime, Du Thi Qin discovered a thick, paste-like substance in her food and poured it out by the door. Huy ordered two policemen to grab her hair, pry open her mouth, and force-feed her. Du Thi Qin struggled and cried, her clothes soaked with milk from the squeezing, but in the end, she was forced to eat the food laced with drugs by the stronger policemen.
Due to the continuous rain, interrogation room number five reeked of dampness and stuffiness. Under the electric light, Du Thi Qin was stripped naked and bound to a pillar. Her large breasts protruded tensely forward, trembling with her movements, her two dark brown nipples hard and erect, almost an inch high, the areolas bulging out from her breasts.
Hui parted her long hair, which reached her hips, and tied it behind a pillar to prevent her head from moving. Then he began to rub her nipples back and forth with his hands, humiliating her in an extremely vulgar manner.
"We should gather these Viet Cong women together and start a human milk company,"
Hui insulted Do Thi Thanh. "Then we can extract their milk to make milk powder for export, or exchange it for bombers."
He lifted Do Thi Thanh's heavy breasts and shook them. "Even if you don't confess, we still have ways to eliminate those Viet Cong members. You can only be locked up here like a dairy goat, with the police squeezing your milk out of you every day. Later, I will make you prostitute yourself here, put up a sign at the door, and then a large number of people will come here."
Do Thi Thanh obviously did not hear Hui's threat. The intense swelling pain made her frown and groan in agony.
She was no longer the strong Viet Cong cadre she once was. The drugs had impaired her consciousness. At this moment, apart from the intense desire for that perverse need, she could no longer control her reason.
Then, I witnessed the most brutal scene of Vietnamese police interrogating a female prisoner. It was an extreme manifestation of the cruelty inflicted on one's own kind: five burly Vietnamese policemen shamelessly stripped naked before me, surrounded the poor woman, and lewdly humiliated her while taking turns raping her. Do
Thi Tien's face flushed purple, her expression abnormally agitated, and she groaned loudly, her eyes glazed, desperately trying to shake her head, which was being pulled down by her hair. However, Hui sat indifferently at the interrogation table, occasionally questioning her while recording her delirious utterances in her arousal.
I don't know how much time passed, but Do Thi Tien's groans gradually subsided, and the last policeman left her with a sinister grin.
After the strong effects of the drug took hold and she was satisfied, Do Thi Tien regained her senses, realized Hui's "special interrogation," and tears streamed down her face as she glared angrily at Hui and Nguyen Van Tan, who were directing her abuse.
Hui stood up dismissively, waving the record in front of her: "You've already revealed the location of the Viet Cong's hideout."
He said, "If you're willing to write a confession now, you can immediately escape this torture. I guarantee I'll send you to the hospital for treatment and then release you."
Du Thi Tien tried to move her head, but her tightly bound hair held her back. She angrily denounced Hui's despicable methods, cursing him as a vile villain. However, all of this was too late to undo the crucial information she had revealed in her delirious agitation.
"It seems you're destined to die,"
Hui said with a cruel smile.
He had Nguyen Van Tan inject her with a potent aphrodisiac, then ordered the five policemen to untie Du Thi Tien from the pillar and take her to another interrogation room to continue the torture.
"Although you achieved your goal,"
I said to Hui, "don't you think this method was too much? She's, after all, an unarmed woman!"
Hui put the record into a file folder, then looked up at me.
“She killed three village chiefs!”
Hui said indignantly. “We weren’t being unreasonable in treating her this way. When she was directing Viet Cong members to kill local officials, she wasn’t a defenseless woman. If you fell into her hands, I believe she would have killed you even more cruelly than we have. And I’ve seen many officials and soldiers they killed, and they were no better off than they are today. All the bodies were dismembered by the Viet Cong members to intimidate other government officials and soldiers.
“In doing that, they cleverly appealed to the general public, making them even understand their killings, while the killed government officials and soldiers were often subjected to fabricated charges that were easily believed by the public.”
At the time, it seemed that the act of civilians killing government officials was praiseworthy, and the government had to stand idly by. In fact, this view was very inflammatory among most civilians.
As for the likes of Huy and Nguyen Van Tan, who inflicted at least uncivilized forms of torture on captured enemies, experimenting on them with drugs and other human-invented methods of self-mutilation, deriving a distorted sense of self-satisfaction from these experiments, such practices are ubiquitous across
all social classes, including within the self-proclaimed People's Party. The extreme imbalance in the development of the human mindset can arise at any time, especially when objectively permissible. Their actions are morally reprehensible, but the problem is that in some cases we cannot, or are unwilling to, condemn them in that way because these people are working for us, and working diligently, despite their unavoidable flaws and faults that occasionally plague us.
If we should condemn Huy and Nguyen Van Tan, then shouldn't we also condemn those who invent more lethal, even destructive, nuclear and chemical weapons, and those who create more universal instruments of torture like electric shocks, rubber vests, and shackles?
What happened at the Hue police station is just one part of the interplay between barbarity and civilization. Such things happen every moment in the world and will continue to happen. Many good people have tried to stop them through various means, but all have failed. Acts that harm humanity continue to proliferate and thrive, mocking our proud modern civilization and unfounded optimism.

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