LIKE most wars, the one in Indochina has bred an almost casual brutality. At Mien, a small town northeast of Phnom-Penh where bitter fighting raged two months ago, West German Photographer Dieter Ludwig was present when two Cambodian patrols returned from forays into chest-high rice fields. The first patrol brought in a North Vietnamese prisoner for interrogation (above); he talked freely after the second patrol arrived waving some grisly trophies—the severed heads of other North Vietnamese troops. Some of the Cambodians marked their victory by cutting the livers out of the enemy dead.
No side in the war has a monopoly on...
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