Hanoi, North Vietnam, 1967:
A young North Vietnamese woman keeps a gun trained on a U.S. Air Force pilot after his plane was shot down near Hanoi September 7th. The pilot was identified as Lt. Gerald Santo Venanzi.
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Hanoi, North Vietnam, 1967:
A young North Vietnamese woman keeps a gun trained on a U.S. Air Force pilot after his plane was shot down near Hanoi September 7th. The pilot was identified as Lt. Gerald Santo Venanzi.
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