"To call Going After Cacciato a novel about war is like calling Moby Dick a novel about whales." So wrote The New York Times of Tim O'Brein's now classic novel of Vietnam. Winner of the 1979 National Book Award, Going After Cacciato captures the peculiar blend of horror and hallucinatory comedy that marked this the strangest of wars. Reality and fantasy merge in this fictional account of one private's sudden discussion to lay down his rifle and begin a quixotic journey from the of Indochina to the streets of Paris. Will Cacciato make it all the way? Or will he be yet another casualty of a conflict that seems to have no end? In its memorable evocation of men both fleeing and meeting the demands of the battle, Going After Cacciato stands as much more than just a great war novel. Ultimately it's about the forces of fear and heroism that do battle in the hearts of us all.
Are We Winning? Are They Winning?: A Civilian Advisor's Reflections on Wartime Vietnam
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Taylor responded that he was “ exercising his prerogative as the senior commander on - the - scene ” and would proceed with the Cobra extraction . Canceling all illumination rounds except those over the village , Taylor ordered the team ...
The city at the time had what some considered a huge budget — a few billion — but with it Lindsay was trying to make New York the model city , the city where the American Dream could be realized , a city where people grew and the arts ...
Uses official records and new interviews to tell the history of the American units stationed in Vietnam from 1954 to 1975.
Applebaum felt almost like a noble savage there ; a man alone with his thoughts embraced by the organism of the jungle . It was weird . Almost fun . Certainly not what he'd expected . They came to the village shortly after sundown .
"...So many come to this/ spirit inhabited place/ tender fingers reach out/ in holy reverence to touch/ this past so alive/ I press my fingertips to yours/ you do not feel my touch from the other side of the Wall..." (excerpt from the poem ...
By Edgar Award-winning author Scott C.S. Stone&. MacTavish told him all he knew, and Hoon then pointed to Natalya. She told him everything, including the fact that the Americans were...
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Contains action photographs from the Vietnamese conflict, with terse text by the photographer, Tim Page.