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TUESDAY. At 2:25 a.m., Scowcroft awakened the President to tell him that the Cambodians were towing the Mayaguez toward the mainland. By morning, however, Ford learned that the Cambodians had anchored at Koh Tang, a 3-mi. by 2-mi. jungle islet about 34 miles off the port of Kompong Som (also known as Sihanoukville). That was encouraging news to Ford; rescue would be more difficult if the crew had been taken to the mainland...
...hour-long NSC meeting that morning, Ford ordered F-4 Phantoms, A-7 Corsair light-attack planes and F-111 fighter-bombers from Utapao to try to keep any Cambodian boats from moving between Koh Tang and the mainland. When the gunboats moved, the U.S. planes circling overhead fired 20-mm. machine-gun bullets into the water off their bows. At one point, the Cambodians?their force now grown to eight gunboats?fired back with antiaircraft machine guns and small arms. One bullet struck a reconnaissance plane's vertical stabilizer, but the craft made it safely back to Utapao...
...head off trouble with the neighboring Cambodians by refusing the U.S. permission to launch attacks from Thailand. Prime Minister Kukrit Pramoj of Thailand ordered the Marines to leave by Thursday morning or face unspecified "serious and damaging" circumstances. Meanwhile, the Holt and the Wilson had closed in on Koh Tang; the Coral Sea was still more than one day's steaming away, but its fighters would soon be within striking range...
...almost no verbal humor. A Frenchman shouts insults at the knights, but he's nothing compared to the man in "The Argument Clinic," and the soundtrack compounds the problem by being substandard. Even the music (by ex-Bonzo Dog Band member Neil Innes) is lackluster, without any of the tang or catchiness of "The Lumberjack Song" or "Dennis More...
...Locust. "The violet hush of twilight was descending over Los Angeles as my hostess, Violet Hush, and I left its suburbs headed toward Hollywood. In the distance a glow of huge piles of burning motion picture scripts lit up the sky. The crisp tang of frying writers and directors whetted my appetite. How good it was to be alive, I thought, inhaling deep lungfuls of carbon monoxide... A suttee was in progress by the road side... Violet and I elbowed our way through the crowd. An enormous funeral pyre composed of thousands of feet of film and scripts drenched with...