Outstanding memoir of service as a Marine rifleman and subsequent radicalization.
Musgrave, a poet who appeared in numerous episodes of Ken Burns’ documentary The Vietnam War, couldn’t wait to sign up. “Every marine has three birthdays: the day his mother issued him onto this earth, the day the Marine Corps was formed—November 10, 1775—and the day he graduated from boot camp and was addressed for the first time as a marine,” he writes. In 1966, when he joined the Corps, those birthdays were all too often cut short. He learned his lessons well, principally the one that teaches a Marine not just how to kill, but also to be willing to do so. His time in boot camp is a pointed reminder that Lee Ermey wasn’t exaggerating in his performance in Full Metal Jacket: More than once, Musgrave found himself “in a complete world of shit for being the ‘stupidest motherfucker on earth.’ ” Even so dubbed, he emerged a tough-as-nails private who served on long patrols and mounted ambushes, getting plenty of trigger time. At night, he recalls, he and his fellow Marines amused themselves by pondering how they would most and least like to die. After the war, Musgrave went to a conservative college in Kansas, but the misgivings began to build, especially after Kent State and, less well known, Jackson State. Musgrave volunteered to help the Black Panthers serve meals, then joined the Vietnam Veterans Against the War and was one of the fighters who tossed their medals over a fence erected around the Capitol. There’s not a false note in this book, full of both pride and sorrow. It’s just the retort to those who wonder why Vietnam vets can’t just forget about the past and move on. His thoughtful response: “If you have to ask me why, then I’m not sure I can explain it to you.”
Smart and self-aware, Musgrave delivers one of the best recent books on America’s experience in Vietnam.