October 25, 1976.  This morning, we boarded a chartered bus to take us to the airport in Addis Ababa and thence to home.  Along the way, we picked up a police escort.  That seemed odd until we reached the gate of the airport.  Awaiting us was a vast sea of refugees extending to the horizon left and right.  This ocean of humanity was desperate to find a way out of the newly communist Ethiopia and the bloodbath that had already started a couple of days before.  The police motorcycles pushed slowly through the crowd like the prow of a ramshackle ship, our bus following behind.  Bow waves of reaction propagated away as people backed off from our vehicles, the waves flowing across the human sea until they were lost over the distant horizon.  This must have been the scene in far Saigon the year before, when we left South Vietnam to the mercies of the North.  I'm glad to have left this behind. Viet Nam: a war won on the battlefield but lost...(Read Full Article)