A long time ago, I included a Goodreads widget to highlight books, fiction and non, about the Vietnam War and realized that I had not read any. Oops. So, here are my reviews of three books.
A fantastic read and a must-read. I was drawn into the book and read every word. Published in 1977, this book encapsulates the experiences (both real and imagined) of the author who was a war correspondent for Esquire magazine during the Vietnam War, from 1967-69. The frenetic stream of consciousness writing style fits so well with the pace of the war and the story as it unfolds.
The author also contributed to the screenplays of Vietnam War movies, Apocalypse Now and Full Metal Jacket (Source).
Published in 1990, this fictional account of American soldiers in Vietnam focuses on what they carry with them throughout the war, not just their gear, but also small tokens and trinkets that symbolize home, their lives before the war, and their humanity.
I wish I would’ve asked my dad what he had carried with him, such a simple question too.
I’ll forego my opinion of this book and leave you with my dad’s thoughts on it. He considered this book, published in 1987, to be the best book on the 1st Cav in Vietnam, without exception.
Joe Lee Galloway ” THIS WAR WE CAN’T WIN” March 1965 with the Marines ,I was( disabused )of that notion pretty early on with the( Marines.)
Joe Lee Galloway “I speak for the Vietnam Veteran.”
Joe Lee Galloway ” THIS WAR WE CAN’T WIN” March 1965 with the Marines ,I was(disabused )
of that notion pretty early on with the( Marines.)
disabuse = Free from Error, Fallacy or Misconception.
JOE LEE GALLOWAY two faced.
You thought that, but couldn’t say it in your reporting?
Joe Lee Galloway ” This war we can’t win.”
worked for UPI. We were not paid to have an opinion and if we did we were to keep it to ourselves.
I And for me, there was the other thing. I thought, “ This war we can’t win.”
http://www.historynet.com/interview-joe-galloway-soldiers-reporter-speaks-his-mind.htm
Interview with Joe Galloway: Soldier’s Reporter Speaks His Mind
BY VIETNAM MAGAZINE
4/18/2011 • VIETNAM FIRST PERSON, VIETNAM WAR
“I wish I had written a story so powerful about Ia Drang that it would have driven LBJ to withdraw.” (Photo courtesy of Chuck Kennedy/Knight Ridder Newspaper)
Just months after 23-year-old reporter Joe Galloway got to Vietnam, he found himself with Lt. Col. Hal Moore and his beleaguered 1st Battalion, 7th Cavalry Regiment at Ia Drang. The epic Nov. 1965 battle, where Galloway took up arms to save soldiers’ lives—for which he received a Bronze Star with V Device—forged a deep friendship between the two men.
You were born just before Pearl Harbor. Did WWII have an impression on you?
I did not meet my father until the end of 1945. He was gone to war, as were five of his brothers and four of my mother’s brothers.
———-plagiarized from Ernie Pyle works
Joe Lee Galloway So my earliest memories are of living in houses full of frightened women, peering out the
window for the telegram man. It kind of sensitizes you to that stuff. I was young,
but I followed the Korean War too.
I well remember a local boy, a Marine killed in Korea, coming home to a hero’s funeral.
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From Ernie Pyle’s War page 10
Thad Hooker permited to leave school early in 1918 to join up, At the high school commencement that
spring, a flag-draped chair took Thad’s place among the graduating seniors.
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Were you destined to be a war reporter?
I had read Ernie Pyle’s columns and his collected work and I thought if a war comes along in my generation,
I want to cover it. And preferably as Pyle covered his war.
How does a kid reporter in the Midwest get to cover Vietnam?
I thought it was be a big war and I’ve got to see and experience this. I thought, it’s coming, and it’s my
generation’s war and I’m going to be there, come hell or high water.
I’d actually been working to get there since 1963.
I just started writing a letter each week to my bosses, explaining why they should send me to Vietnam.
Well, you know, right after the 1964 election was over, I got a call from my boss asking if you have a trench coat. I didn’t know what he was talking about and I said no. He said, “Well you better buy one, because you’ve been transferred to Tokyo.” It was the UPI Asia headquarters, so at least I was propositioned for Vietnam. So I got out there in November 1964, and the first thing I did was put in for a transfer to Saigon. The chief laughed at me and said “I just sent a second man to Saigon. There’s no way in the world we’ll need any more than that.” I said, “Well, we’ll see.”
Your wish didn’t take long to come true?
The Marines landed in March 1965, and they had to start shuffling people in, and I came along a few weeks
later, in April. They shipped me in and I had two days in Saigon and then I was off to cover the Marines.
I cut my teeth on the Marines and made every operation in I Corps—I even made a combat amphibious
assault landing.
How long before reality set in?
I was disabused of that notion pretty early on with the Marines.
I hadn’t even got to the black market to get fatigues and combat boots. ( stolen gov. property )
We landed in Quang Tri city.
It was under so much heavy enemy pressure that the Americans would fly in to operate in the day but flew
back out at night back to Da Nang.
We got off that bird and Huet ran over to a Marine UH-34, talked to the crew chief and then waved at me to
get on this thing.
I still didn’t know where we were going but were off and soon we were circling a hill in the middle of a rice
paddy.
————–From Ernie Pyle’s book brave Men
I could see concentric rings of fighting holes and people in them.
So we dropped down and landed, and the guy shut down the engine.
When he did, there was literally dead silence on that hill and there was a battalion of South Vietnamese all
dead.
These guys hadn’t had time to dig a proper foxhole, but just to scrape out a little depression.
Their hands were out like they were still holding rifles, but all the rifles were gone.
———————–
We were there to pick up the bodies of the two American advisers.
I then began to wonder just how long this might war might take. It didn’t seem to be going our way
But, you were confident we could defeat the Viet Cong?
Well, at that moment I knew they were damn good local guerrilla boys.( Joe Lee Galloway praising the
enemy.)
Joe Lee Galloway’s true fillings about the Vietnam Veteran.
” Damed if I’d want to go for a walk in the sun with them.
“BLACK GI’s going thru long involved BLACK POWER identification rituals.”
Joe Lee Galloway “I speak for the Vietnam Veteran.”
BUT, JOE LEE GALLOWAY’S TRUE FEELING ABOUT THE VIETNAM VETERAN.
” Damed if I’d want to go for a walk in the sun with them.”
“Black GI’s going thru long involved black power identification rituals.”
“THE REST ARE JUST COMMITTING SUICIDE.”
Here dead we lie
Because we did not choose
To live and shame the land
from which we sprung
Life to be sure
Joe Lee Galloway
“Once we fought this war well, NOW WE FIGHT IT POORLY.”
from Hal Moore A Soldier ……Once and Always by MIKE GUARDIA page 171-172
Joseph Lee Galloway, According to the Geneva Convention, Knew as a Reporter, he was classed, As a
NONCOMBATANT, and not allowed to carry a weapon of any kind
You also had to be a soldier.
Joe Lee Galloway, Only on occasion, when it got so intense that I thought my helping would make a
difference.
And I have no apologies.
It really pissed me off to have people shooting at me.
You know, they gave reporters these lovely little ID cards, and in the tiniest print it said that I was a civilian
noncombatant with the equivalent rank of major in the U.S. Army, and if I fall into the hands of the enemies
of the U.S. I’m to be afforded all the privileges they would afford a major in the army.
You know your chances of waving that card at some guy with a bayonet on his AK coming at you are not
very good at all.( I figured, they didn’t sign up for the Geneva Convention and I didn’t either. )
SERIAL KILLER IN VIETNAM, JOE LEE GALLOWAY
Joe Lee Galloway with STOLEN Army Gear, Weapon, Ammo,Jungle Boots,Fatigues. He also stole C Rations
to eat.
More stolen Army gear
I had my new M-16 rifle on my shoulder,
20 full magazines in my pack.
I also carried these things: two full canteens on a pistol belt. A sheathed bayonet.
My pack contained the magazines for the rifle.
C-rations for a couple of days.
A fist-sized lump of C-4 plastic explosive,
Strapped beneath my pack
was a nylon poncho liner rolled inside an Army rubber coated poncho;
on its side man entrenching tool.
Joe Lee Galloway did not rescue Jimmy nakayama. He was ask to help load Jimmy in the Huey.
Joe Lee Galloway was with Gen Knowles on the 14 Nov 1965. that means he wasn’t at Catecha with Brown.
Joe Lee Galloway wasn’t with Brown when the Sky Raider crashed.
Brig. Gen. Richard Knowles, deputy commander of the air cavalry division, OFFERED ME A RIDE IN HIS
HELICOPTER.
WE CIRCLED OVER THE BATTLE GROUND. Air strikes went in below us. An American A1E skyraider was
hit on a low- level bombing run, and the pilot had no chance to bail out. The plane crashed and
exploded in a cluster of trees.
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IF YOU WANT A GOOD FIGHT… Original story of Vietnam . By Joe Lee Galloway
Which became We Were Soldiers Once and Young.
https://docplayer.net/51922376-If-you-want-a-good-fight.html
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Joseph Lee Galloway’s original story of Landing Zone X-RAY Nov,14-16, 1965
Twenty JAMESTOWN ( N.Y. ) POST- JOURNAL- Wednesday Evening,November 17,1965
WOUNDED SOLDIER LOSES HALF HIS PLATOON IN BITTER CHU PONG FRAY
By JOSEPH GALLOWAY
Chu Pong Mountain, South Viet Nam ( UPI )—- The soldiers eyes were red from loss of sleep, and maybe a bit
from crying too, now that it was all over.
A three-day growth of beard stubbled his cheeks. But was hard to see because of the dirt. He was hurt, in terrible
pain, but you’d never know it. Slivers of shrapnel had ripped his chest and spared his leg.
He sat on the landing zone below the Chu Pong mountain where more Americans had died than ever before in
a battle against Communists in a war over Viet Nam. He had gone through hell — three days of it— and still a
bit dazed, more from lack of sleep then his wounds, though. When I walked up to him, he spoke, But not to me
in particular, nor to the other guys sitting around sipping the first hot cup of coffee they had since the fight
began.
Loses a Friend
” I took care of 14 of ’em myself,” He said. “They were tough little bastards. You had to shoot them to pieces
before they quit coming . . . just rip them apart.”
I squatted on my heels waiting for him to say more, But he didn’t. Somebody told me he had lost half of his
platoon, including a friend he had served with for more than eight years. “What is his name?” I ask.
” It’s not important,” the sergeant slouching nearby said. “He’s just one of us and he did a damn good job.”
Everyone did a damn good job. And nobody knew it better than Gen. Knowles, task force commander and
deputy commander of the 1st Air Cavalry.
“These men were just great,” he told me. “They were absolutely tremendous. I’ve never seen a better job
anywhere, anytime,”
Back From Battle
Monday another American soldier walked out of the jungle into the valley of death. Bullets whizzed over his
head and kicked up dirt at his feet.
” Get down you fool!” We shouted.
The GI kept walking, He carried no weapon, He walked straight and tall.
A mortar shell exploded nearby, He didn’t waver, Shrapnel chopped off branches above my head. But the
American out there in the open came on until he was within a few feet of the battalion command bunker. He
looked funny, dazed.
Then we knew, he was shell shocked. He paused for a moment and looked around. He recognized the aid
station set up under the trees and walked toward it.
Just as the soldier reached the station he slumped to his knees, then pitched forward on his face, That is when
we saw his back for the first time.
It wasn’t pretty, It had been blown open by a communist mortar.
Medics were unable to reach the soldier because of the almost solid wall of communist bullets and jagged steel
fragments coming from the jungle. So he walked out, The bullets and mortar did not bother him anymore, He
had his.
Veterans Cried
The men of the U.S. 1st Air Cavalry fought like heroes. They died the same way, Some took their wounds
without a whimper. Seasoned Veterans cried.
Col. Hal Moore of Bardstown, Ky., the commanding officer of the 7th Battalion, 1st cavalry, Came over to me,
tears streaming down his face, His men were catching from the slopes of this mountain range less than five
miles from the Cambodian border.
I’m kind of emotional about this, so excuse me,” Moore said to me. “But I want you to tell the American people
that these men are fighters.
“Look at them.”
Moore pointed to a Negro soldier lying in the shade of a tree. A Communist bullet had torn a huge hole in his
stomach. The soldier had his hands over the wound. You could see him bite his lip. He was in terrific pain, But
he made no whimper as he waited for a medical helicopter.
” Look at them,” Moore said again. ” They’re great and the American people ought to know it.”
WAR “ACCIDENT”
It was shortly after 8:30 a.m. Monday when one of those terrible accidents of war happened.
I was sitting in the command bunker, A mound of dirt screening us from the communist snipers, looking at the
wounded in the aid station just a few yards away.
Suddenly, I felt a searing heat on my face.
An American fighter-bomber had misjudged the Communist positions, and dropped a load of napalm. The
flaming jelly gasoline, impossible to shake or scrape off once it hits skin, splashed along the ground in a huge
dragon’s tail of fire less then 25 yards away.
Screams penetrated the roar of the flames. two Americans stumbled out of the inferno. Their hair burned off in
an instant. their clothes were incinerated.
” Good God!” Moore cried. Another plane was making a run over the same area. The colonel grabbed a radio.
” You’re dropping napalm on us!” he shouted. ” Stop those damn planes.”
At almost the last second, the second plane pulled up and away, its napalm tanks still hanging from the wings.
It was an hour before a medical helicopter could get into the area and tend to the two burned men. One GI was
a huge mass of blisters, the other not quite so bad. Somehow his legs had escaped the flames. But he had
breathed fire into his lungs and he wheezed for air.
A MEDIC ASK ME TO HELP GET THE MEN INTO THE HELICOPTER WHEN IT ARRIVED. THERE WERE
NO LITTERS. TENDERLY, WE PICKED THE SOLDIERS UP. I HELD A LEG OF THE MOST SERIOUSLY
BURNED MAN. I WASN’T TENDER ENOUGH. A BIG PATCH OF BURNED SKIN CAME OFF IN MY HAND.
VC BATTALIONS
Chu Pong Mountain rises 2,500 feet from the valley below. From the top, you could almost lob a mortar shell
into Cambodia. The mountain slope were heavily jungled. And they hid at least two battalions of North
Vietnamese Army regulars—- possibly the same troops who pinned down two companies of air cavalrymen not
far away about a week ago.
The cavalry were looking for them, spoiling for a fight. They found the Communist Monday and dropped by
helicopter into a small landing zone about the size of a football field at the base of the mountain on the valley
floor.
One platoon got about 300 yards up the mountain before the Communist opened up. From Behind, cut it off
and fired on the main cavalry force from three sides with small arms, heavy machine-guns, and mortars.
Time and again, the cavalrymen tried to move in and help the platoon’ pull back, It was futile. The fire was to
heavy. The platoon spent the night on the mountainside. Their losses were heavy, but the damage to the
Communist was said to be heavier.
“We got 70 communist bodies stacked up in front of our positions,” the platoon leader radioed back Monday.
Men Dying
It was shortly before noon Sunday when the cavalrymen swept down in the area about 12 miles west of Pleiku.
Ever since the nine day battle around the Special Forces camp at Plei Me, the cavalrymen have been
sweeping the jungles and running into sporadic contact with hard-core Communist units.
Brig. Gen. Richard Knowles, deputy commander of the air cavalry division, OFFERED ME A RIDE IN HIS
HELICOPTER.
WE CIRCLED OVER THE BATTLE GROUND. Air strikes went in below us. An American A1E skyraider was hit
on a low- level bombing run, and the pilot had no chance to bail out. The plane crashed and exploded in a
cluster of trees.
Men are dying down there, but they are doing their job. “This is good,” Knowles said.” This is what we came for.
We’ve got a U.S. battalion well -equipped down there.”
Many Dead
I got my chance to join the men on the ground about 8 P.M. I went with a helicopter loaded with supplies and
ammunition.
we were level with the middle of the mountain and in the darkness we could see the muzzle flashes of rifles
and machine-gun spitting bullets at us. I said a prayer.
Sgt.Maj. Basil Plumley of Columbus, Ga., met us at the landing zone, and led me back to Col. Moore’s
command bunker.
” Watch your step,” Plumley said, ” There were dead people, all over here.” They were dead Americans many
wrapped in ponchos.
At Day break Monday, Medical helicopters began landing and taking off again with the wounded.
A detail was assign the job of collecting weapons and ammunition from the wounded before they were
evacuated.
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