To Build an Army
Hanoi, 21st March, 1936
You could almost feel the ground shaking beneath their feet. Emperor Bao Dai looked on in solemn pride and felt a tear come to his eye, as the ten thousand men of the 1st Guards Rifles paraded down the main street of the Vietnamese capital, looking invincible and all-powerful in their brand new khaki uniforms, polished rifles gleaming in the weak sunlight. Every man was a true Vietnamese, loyal to his country and it’s true leaders, and every man was proud to be a part of the first division of the reinstated Vietnamese Army. Bao Dai’s heart throbbed as he took in this spectacle – these men of the 1st Imperial Guards Rifles as they truly were, were the first step to the overthrow of the damned frogs from his country and the region.
A vietnamese squad, minus their weapons, part of the first men to be raised in the new army.
A company of Vietnamese Infantry on Parade near Hanoi, 1936
Seeing the Emperor’s eyes glisten and snorting in contempt, Guy de Beauharne, the French ‘military advisor’ (mole inside new Vietnamese army to check they were being good little boys) to Vietnam, cleared his throat loudly. What he saw passing by him from this parade stand in this stinking city was ten thousand unwashed, barely trained scruffy gooks whose only value was that they were sitting in the country so the French army could do something useful like crushing that upstart Austrian corporal’s mad skull in. He chose not to voice his opinion, instead remarking to the Emperor ‘Quite a force you have put together here Your Majesty. I trust they have been arranged as specified, for garrison duties?’
The emperor hid a private, satisfied smile of one who knows more than he is letting on. ‘Of course Monsieur General, what else. We Vietnamese value our friendship with France and are grateful for being allowed to defend ourselves. We would not ruin that with any silliness.’ He could have charmed the baby birds out of the trees – the Frenchman nodded stiffly and muttered ‘I should hope so Sir’ in apparent satisfaction. He would of course be inspecting very closely the composition and organisation of this garrison division of theirs, to check it wasn’t going to be going walkabout any time soon. Having had enough of the endless parade of marching men, he stalked off into the city.
Upon seeing the Frenchman depart, Ngo Dinh Diem, head of Government, and Nguyen Hoo Koo, head of the Vietnamese armed forces, went over to and headed up the steps to the top of the podium the emperor still stood on. ‘He bought it Your Majesty?’ Dinh Diem asked. ‘Apparently so far’ Bao Dai replied. He rubbed at his neck as was his habit and addressed his chief of staff ‘You have the fake troop manifests and deployment plans readied?’
‘Yes sir, exactly as ordered. When the damned Frogs choose to look, they will see rotated garrison troops sitting on their arses around the city and patrolling the jungles, ready to face the threat from outside. When they look away, they can be ordered into companies and squads, armed and equipped, and readied to cause a threat themselves within 48 hours. It’ll be like Grandma’s footsteps, Your Majesty, if you ever played as a child.’
‘Lets just hope grandma doesn’t look round at the wrong moment’ Dinh Diem said, almost to himself. The others nodded grimly – they knew the risks.
In disguised warehouses, caches and military camps across the province, weapons and war plans were stowed away, awaiting the day they would be needed, whether that be 3 days or 5 years. Loyal Vietnamese men, handpicked for the task, locked away the secrets they were charged with keeping for the sake of their country, and went home to their families. All except one, who took a different route home, one that took him past the French embassy.
Hanoi, 21st March, 1936
You could almost feel the ground shaking beneath their feet. Emperor Bao Dai looked on in solemn pride and felt a tear come to his eye, as the ten thousand men of the 1st Guards Rifles paraded down the main street of the Vietnamese capital, looking invincible and all-powerful in their brand new khaki uniforms, polished rifles gleaming in the weak sunlight. Every man was a true Vietnamese, loyal to his country and it’s true leaders, and every man was proud to be a part of the first division of the reinstated Vietnamese Army. Bao Dai’s heart throbbed as he took in this spectacle – these men of the 1st Imperial Guards Rifles as they truly were, were the first step to the overthrow of the damned frogs from his country and the region.
A vietnamese squad, minus their weapons, part of the first men to be raised in the new army.
A company of Vietnamese Infantry on Parade near Hanoi, 1936
Seeing the Emperor’s eyes glisten and snorting in contempt, Guy de Beauharne, the French ‘military advisor’ (mole inside new Vietnamese army to check they were being good little boys) to Vietnam, cleared his throat loudly. What he saw passing by him from this parade stand in this stinking city was ten thousand unwashed, barely trained scruffy gooks whose only value was that they were sitting in the country so the French army could do something useful like crushing that upstart Austrian corporal’s mad skull in. He chose not to voice his opinion, instead remarking to the Emperor ‘Quite a force you have put together here Your Majesty. I trust they have been arranged as specified, for garrison duties?’
The emperor hid a private, satisfied smile of one who knows more than he is letting on. ‘Of course Monsieur General, what else. We Vietnamese value our friendship with France and are grateful for being allowed to defend ourselves. We would not ruin that with any silliness.’ He could have charmed the baby birds out of the trees – the Frenchman nodded stiffly and muttered ‘I should hope so Sir’ in apparent satisfaction. He would of course be inspecting very closely the composition and organisation of this garrison division of theirs, to check it wasn’t going to be going walkabout any time soon. Having had enough of the endless parade of marching men, he stalked off into the city.
Upon seeing the Frenchman depart, Ngo Dinh Diem, head of Government, and Nguyen Hoo Koo, head of the Vietnamese armed forces, went over to and headed up the steps to the top of the podium the emperor still stood on. ‘He bought it Your Majesty?’ Dinh Diem asked. ‘Apparently so far’ Bao Dai replied. He rubbed at his neck as was his habit and addressed his chief of staff ‘You have the fake troop manifests and deployment plans readied?’
‘Yes sir, exactly as ordered. When the damned Frogs choose to look, they will see rotated garrison troops sitting on their arses around the city and patrolling the jungles, ready to face the threat from outside. When they look away, they can be ordered into companies and squads, armed and equipped, and readied to cause a threat themselves within 48 hours. It’ll be like Grandma’s footsteps, Your Majesty, if you ever played as a child.’
‘Lets just hope grandma doesn’t look round at the wrong moment’ Dinh Diem said, almost to himself. The others nodded grimly – they knew the risks.
In disguised warehouses, caches and military camps across the province, weapons and war plans were stowed away, awaiting the day they would be needed, whether that be 3 days or 5 years. Loyal Vietnamese men, handpicked for the task, locked away the secrets they were charged with keeping for the sake of their country, and went home to their families. All except one, who took a different route home, one that took him past the French embassy.