I was hiding under a log. Doing my best to masquerade as North Vietnam terrain, I’d pulled branches on top of me, smeared mud on my face, and arranged leaves and other foliage to stick out of my clothes. I was 20 miles behind enemy lines, having parachuted out of my F-4C fighter aircraft when a weapon malfunction blew it, along with my wingman, to bits. So far my terrain act was working; a group of North Vietnamese soldiers had passed, unaware of my presence, within six feet of me….

Hanoi Allows Interview With 2 P.O.W.’s (William Mayhew)
Seven American prisoners of war were seen and two were interviewed by this reporter to day in a small prison camp on the outskirts of Hanoi. They indicated that the con ditions of their captivity were satisfactory, and they spoke calmly but with obvious feeling about the war and of



