Yeah I'm pretty deeply obsessed with the Vietnam war/era at the moment. Dispatches is another great memoir among plenty of its kind that try to paint pictures of "just how fucked up the most fucked up shit of all time was." I mean, the term "fubar" originated in WW2 but the expression doesn't cover Vietnam. Nothing does. That shit was the most fucked shit in modern history from the perspective of the American warfighter. If you're looking for a vivid war memoir with a bonus couple layers of insight, that's a great book. Same effect as The Things They Carried. A '56 grad from my school sang me this song at lunch earlier this month. Edit: I could talk about this shit for literally forever. Be sorry you even got me started.
well, i disliked the things they carried. i prefer my war commentary to be clever, like catch-22, or well-written, like goodbye to all that. but i think dispatches is a in a slightly different category so far. napalm sticks to kids. hmm. jesus.