Selections from Even the Women Must Fight : Memories of War from North Vietnam: Memories of War from North Vietnam

By Turner, Karen , Gottschang

Book Id: WPLBN0100002705
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Reproduction Date: 03/19/1998

Title:	Selections from Even the Women Must Fight : Memories of War from North Vietnam: Memories of War from North Vietnam
Author:	Turner, Karen , Gottschang
Volume:
Language:	English
Subject:	Non Fiction, World History and History of Europe, Asia, Africa, Australia, New Zealand, etc.
Collections:	Authors Community, History
Historic Publication Date:	1998
Publisher:	John Wiley & Sons, Inc.

Member Page:	History Is A Weapon .org
Citation APA MLA Chicago Gottschang Turner, B. K., & Hao, P. T. (1998). Selections from Even the Women Must Fight : Memories of War from North Vietnam. Retrieved from http://www.self.gutenberg.org/

Description
Even the Women Must Fight: Memories of War from North Vietnam is an excellent book detailing the contributions of Vietnamese women fighting for the independencce of their nation. Below is a few selections from the book.

Excerpt
I was born in Thai Binh province. My family were farmers. In 1948 my father was killed in the French War. My mother was with child when he died and she raised us four children alone. In 1968 I volunteered to be a people's soldier, bo doi, and I spent five years in the field during the most terrible time of the war. Why? Four people in my family died when the Americans bombed the Hanoi suburbs. I was angry and I believed that what men could do, I could do too. Life was hard. In the jungle, we kept the telephone lines open, and at first I was homesick and afraid. But I wanted to avenge my family, to kill Americans for what they did. I survived and when the war was over, my spirits soared. But life was still not easy. My husband is a career military man, who served in the South during the American War and then in Cambodia. He carries a bullet in his body and he is not well after sixteen years in the battlefields. We are lucky because we have two children, a boy and a girl. -Anonymous