There were hundreds of them, perhaps a thousand. They wept and knelt
before me on the ground, crying, "Please help us, the communists are
coming." I had hiked four days to reach this forsaken place deep in the
jungles of Xaysomboune, northern Laos. The Hmong rebels prostrate before
me were convinced they would all soon die. They knew they were a
forgotten tribe, crushed by a military campaign that is denied by the
communist leaders of their small, sheltered nation.
In all my years as a journalist I had never seen anything...
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