I accompanied a Chaplain's group visiting a Montagnard village in the Central Highlands of Vietnam, during a Civic Action trip back in 1971 or '72. As I was a photojournalist for the Air Force, then, I was zipping around all of the activity trying to get good pictures, and not really paying attention to anything but the projects that were going on, as well as the corpsmen who were doing "sick call" for the villagers.RetNavy wrote:dont think ever had tongue..... even had a meat considered a delicacy over in the Philippines, normally considered a family pet here.. missed my chance for some elk as a kid due to a dentist visit.
As we were going to stay overnight in the 'ville, after all the work was done and the clinic wrapped up for the day, we went over to the village hut to have dinner with the village chief, and his staff and elders. The dinner was kind of like a Chinese dim-sum... where lots of things were passed around and you took a little bit of whatever looked interesting.
I tried one particular meat product that was roasted.. quite apetizing smell and appearance, and tasted like a cross between brisket and breakfast flat steaks.... I was almost done, when I made the mistake of asking our table's interpreter what the dish was called, and what kind of meat it was.
I had noticed earlier in the day that the kids didn't play with the village dogs.. they (the dogs) were kept in a pen, away from most everyone. They did, though, appear to be well fed and healthy looking.
Now I knew why!
