There was a story about novelist and Vietnam veteran Nelson DeMille in a recent issue of American Legion magazine. I was struck by the similarity between his Vietnam tour and my first one: to the 1st Cavalry Division in November 1967, battles in Bong Son, then north to Quang Tri for Tet, the relief of Khe Sanh, the A Shau Valley, finally back to “the world” a year later. A fraternity brother gave me the paperback just a week ago. Nelson DeMille seemed familiar, even though I’d not read any of his books. Not personal, it’s just that crime novels have never attracted me.
I flew through the 700 pages (hardbound) in less than a week. The repartee of the characters was entertaining; the pace of the story was just enough to hold my interest. One story? Not really. This novel is at least three things between two covers. It’s a murder mystery, and regardless of Mr. DeMille’s reputation, that story is pretty thin. It’s a romance, the principal characters engaging in a barbed repartee between shared beds, showers, and (of all things) a Nha Trang, Vietnam nude beach. DeMille writes the comedy of the battle of the sexes – in this instance CIA and Army CID – with a deft touch, enough to elicit frequent smiles and an occasional chuckle from this reader.
But what it is mostly is a memoir of combat in Vietnam, told as fiction, with some hyperbole (a machete-entrenching tool mano-a-mano duel with the enemy? Please) but with the edgy undercurrent of a real soldier’s narrative. A soldier returning thirty years on to the killing fields where he lost his youth. That young soldier was Lieutenant DeMille, leading a platoon in D Company, 1st Battalion, 8th Cavalry, and that soldier was me, with my own platoon in D Company 1st Battalion, 12th Cavalry. Both in the 1st Brigade, both "saw the elephant" in Bong Son, then on to Quang Tri, Khe Sanh, and A Shau. The book’s protagonist, Paul Brenner, the investigator in “The General’s Daughter” is on the ultimate “cold case,” a murder in a combat zone. That’s the thin part, except that Mr. Brenner takes a tour of Vietnam, returning to those fields with Susan Weber, the object both of his affection (eventually), and his suspicion (immediately). She isn’t the murderer, of course – that’s never in play – but she may not be an ally, either. A literal case of “sleeping with the enemy.”
DeMille (through Brenner) takes Susan on a tour, and for a veteran, his word picture of those places at that far away time, and his description of those places as they were in 1997, when he made his own trip back, is more than worth the read.
DeMille. There was a DeMille once, I thought. The photograph inside the back cover was familiar, recalled in a younger version. I pulled out a blue construction paper program, saved for nearly a half century. The front, “Graduation Ceremony, Infantry Officer Candidate Class Number 23-67.” On the back, the poem, “I am the Infantry.” Inside, my name; Chuck Mohr, who became a friend in a later assignment; Robert Marasco, who became famous to some, infamous to others; and there, too “Nelson R. DeMille.” I knew it.
He writes that Paul Brenner first “saw the elephant” in Bong Son, but makes no mention of my current project, “The Battle of Tam Quan,” fought over two weeks in December 1967. That sent me scrambling to my research, a unit-by-unit recap of maneuver and contact. For 1st Battalion, 8th Cavalry, no D Company. I’ll find them, I’m sure on firebase defense duty, and none will regret that luck of the draw.