Vietnamese female soldiers

Vietnamese Female Soldier (

Author: Unknown)

On August 2nd, I arrived in Da Nang aboard the South Vietnamese Navy's Hung Dao Vuong II tank landing craft, 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 major's epaulets 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 left the room.

A few minutes later, Nguyen Van Tan and Huy entered. 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 .

That afternoon, they interrogated Do Thi Tinh, a member of the Women's Liberation
Committee . 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 . 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're 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'll 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 Republic of Vietnam 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 for me. 　　Hui grabbed her hair and slapped her hard across the face. She staggered and stopped, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, her pale cheek quickly swelling. She stood there stubbornly, glaring at us with hatred . 　　"Cong angha!" Hui cursed her viciously with the most offensive words , threatening to beat her to death in the interrogation room. Undeterred, Do Thi Tien retorted to Huy in the same tone, declaring that the Viet Cong would avenge her, thus making a severe torture inevitable. 　　At Huy's command, two policemen grabbed the ropes binding Do Thi Tien and began pulling down her trousers. Do Thi Tien struggled violently, cursing them and dragging both policemen to the ground. 　　Vietnamese women often wore trousers with elastic waistbands rather than leather belts, so the two policemen quickly brought Do Thi Tien down.

Du Shiqing's trousers and underwear were stripped off, and then her already tattered clothes were torn apart.

Du Shiqing curled up on the damp floor, trying to cover her breasts with her legs, her eyes filled with terror as she looked at us.
Hui ordered two policemen to pull her up, forcing her to stand naked, and hurling filthy insults at her.
Du Shiqing blushed with shame, cursing as she struggled against the policemen's grip, only to fall again
.

The two policemen held her down, binding her legs to two iron hoops on the ground, and tying her hands
in front of her. They pulled a chain from the beam, hooked it onto the rope binding her hands, and then pulled the pulley.

Du Shiqing's arms were slowly pulled up, her body gradually straightening until she could no longer
move.

Hui looked at this naked Vietnamese woman, restrained in the interrogation room, and ran his hand over her body,
intending to humiliate her. He patted Du Thi Thanh's stomach wantonly, dug into her navel with his fingers,
and mocked , saying that the Viet Cong would never know she was standing naked in that secret interrogation room, 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 and no one would know.

Seeing this, I turned and left. This kind of vulgar interrogation was truly disgusting. However, when I entered
another interrogation room, I saw almost the same scene: police were brutally whipping
a female prisoner who had been hung up; the trousers of a male prisoner bound to a torture bed had been stripped off, and a policeman was branding
his penis with a red-hot iron bar. The male prisoner was screaming hoarsely, sweat pouring down his body, and a foul,
acrid smell permeated the interrogation room. This brutal scene reminded me of
the torture and killings that were carried out everywhere before President Ngo Dinh Diem's assassination.

I left that interrogation room and lit a cigarette. At that moment, 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 interrogation 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 from bloody torture,
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 unbearable to witness.

Du Shiqing's screams gradually became hoarse, until only intermittent groans and
gasps . After a while, Hui used some kind of torture device on her, making her screams even
more piercing. Her drawn-out screams trembled, sending chills down my spine. I threw away my cigarette, pushed open the door to interrogation room number five,
and went inside.

In the torture chamber, the red line 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 tilting 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 didn't you 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 into the holes and tied them securely with rope. He placed a thick wooden board under her buttocks, making her lie on her back.
A policeman poured cold water on her, reviving her.

Du Thi Thanh was too weak to speak, only gasping for breath and groaning in pain.

Hui threatened her with vulgar words and inserted a specially made iron rod with a probe at the tip into her
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, bloating pain 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 Du Thi Thanh 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.

Du Shiqing didn't answer, her parted lips pressed tightly together. It seemed she was aware of
the torture she was about to endure and 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,
emitting 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. She
tried her best to speak clearly: "I, oh...I can't say...pull it out..."

Seeing that she had given in, we were all happy. Hui walked 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 and
urged her to speak quickly. She turned her head to the side with difficulty. She gasped and said, "Comrades, you will definitely avenge me."

Hui punched Du Shiqing hard in the sweat-covered chest and turned on the power.

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 under her. Only
when Hui turned on the current did she let out a weak, painful groan.

For over an hour, Do Thi Quynh endured the most cruel torture inflicted on a woman's genitals.
Although she expressed a willingness to confess several times in her excruciating pain,
she would become defiant again as soon as she was given a brief respite after each electric shock.

I have witnessed on many occasions the unparalleled resilience of Vietnamese women under torture,
especially when brutal police inflicted barbaric punishments on their uniquely female bodies. They
endured it with greater determination and willpower than women of any other nation in the world, and even when they
pleaded in , there was absolutely no betrayal of their faith.

Hui finally stopped the pointless torture. She ordered Nguyen Van Tan to inject Do Thi Quynh with a large dose of an anti-
pregnancy lactation agent, and then commanded the police to untie the unconscious Do Thi Quynh 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 his brow. "Even teenage
girls have become extremely stubborn these days."

While Du Thi Thanh was being tortured, Nguyen Van Tan remained silent, sitting in his chair and observing
every step without flinching. Then, he stood up and walked over, saying, "Tough
methods won't work on women poisoned by Viet Cong ideology. In the 'Shan Duong' campaign, we dismembered and gutted the six Viet Cong female cadres we captured 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-esteem," Nguyen Van Tan said. "When they can no longer
control that intense, insatiable lust, their will will gradually crumble, and soon
they will become the kind of 'slutty women' you described."

"But don't be too confident," I said. "Because I know that Vietnamese women have very
strong , so even after being injected with the drug, they may not be driven by lust."

Nguyen Van Tan looked unwavering. "I'm very certain of that.
After the injection, their breasts will feel hot, and their nipples and vulva will experience unbearable itching, so
they can only scratch themselves, thus stimulating their own sexual desire. When the drug takes effect
, mucus will flow involuntarily, gradually bringing them to a state of arousal, eventually leading to XXX
and mental derangement."

"A woman can endure all kinds of physical pain, but she absolutely cannot control this kind of prolonged sexual
arousal . Especially later, when milk will be secreted in large quantities, even if they try to suppress the milk flow, they will not
achieve the same result as other mothers who have given birth, but will instead secrete even more milk, causing their mammary glands to swell extremely,
producing a bursting pain that is simply unbearable. Therefore, they are forced to
express milk from time to time, and the act of frequently emptying their breasts makes them doubt their own dignity. That's why
I have great faith in this drug."

Around ten o'clock the next morning, I went with Hui and Ruan Wenxin to the cell where Du Shiqing was being held.

It was a small single cell of only about five square meters, without windows or beds.
If the cell door was closed, it would be pitch black inside. Du Shiqing, wearing her tattered black clothes, was curled up in the corner,
her disheveled hair covering most of her face. The light coming in from outside made her squint. She was clearly
still recovering; her body was limp and weak, and her bare feet were covered in bluish-purple welts 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
rubbed her chest several times with her wrists, clearly due to nipple itching caused by medication. Hui

walked over, patted her shoulder, and asked her how she had considered the matter. She shifted slightly but did not answer. 　　Hui paced back and forth in the interrogation room: "I know you're in pain, 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 out 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 had been tortured beyond recognition, her body 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 pinned her down and forced water down her throat by pulling her hair.

The young woman lay on the ground, half-conscious, her belly swollen, her limbs outstretched,
groaning in pain. The police dragged her up, tied her to a pillar, and brutally whipped her distended belly with long bamboo sticks. With each
blow, water overflowed from her mouth and anus, until she lost consciousness.

After the torture was over, Hui ordered the police to drag the young woman back to her cell.

"Have you thought it through?" Hui asked, staring at Du Shiqing, twirling a dagger in his hand. "
Do 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."

"Looks like this Viet Cong woman is quite ill," he said to Nguyen Van Tan. "Let's treat her first."

Do Thi Tien 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 Do Thi Tien 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 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 off their clothes before me, surrounded the poor woman, and lewdly humiliated her while taking
turns raping her.

Do Thi Tien's face turned crimson and purple, her expression abnormally agitated, her eyes glazed as she groaned loudly, 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 and realized Hui's "
special interrogation." Tears streamed down her face as she glared angrily at Hui and Nguyen Van Tan, who had directed 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 smiled cruelly.

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 we achieved our goal,” I said to Hui, “don’t you think this method was excessive?
After all, was an unarmed woman!”

Hui put the materials into a file folder and looked up at me.

“She killed three village chiefs!” Hui said indignantly; “We didn’t go too far in treating her this way. When
she was directing the Viet Cong to kill local officials, she wasn’t a ‘woman without resistance.
’ 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 to intimidate other government officials and soldiers.

“In doing that, they cleverly approached it from the perspective of 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 no choice but to accept its fate. In fact, this viewpoint
is highly inflammatory among most ordinary people.

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 , such practices are ubiquitous across all social classes, including within the Communist Party, which claims to represent the people. Extreme

imbalances in the development of the human mindset can arise at any time and in any situation (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 to the best of their ability, despite their unavoidable flaws and faults that occasionally plague us. 　　If we should condemn Huy and Nguyen Van Tan, then should 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 example of the interplay between barbarity and civilization; similar incidents occur every moment in the world and will continue to occur. Many kind-hearted people have tried to stop such things through various means, but all have failed. Acts of harming humanity continue to proliferate and thrive, mocking our proud modern civilization and unfounded optimism. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　[End of text]

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