This book is the memoir of Lieutenant Frank Boccia, who was in charge of First Platoon, Bravo Company during May 1969, when the battle of Dong Ap Bia took place in Vietnam. Known as Hamburger Hill to Americans, it achieved notoriety because of the strikingly high number of casualties that the Americans suffered there. Bravo Company lost fifty percent of its men, many of them Boccia's.
Many years later, he wrote this memoir, retrospecting about those men, himself, and their time in Vietnam. As he underscores in the beginning, this is not a work of history. His goal has not been to write a historical account of the battle, but to share his personal experiences during the Vietnam conflict. This is why he starts his narrative five months before Hamburger Hill, with his arrival in the mountains of Vietnam as a young, inexperienced lieutenant, trained but not ready to take over a platoon and the responsibility for its members' lives. His story effectively conveys what it was like to be an infantryman during the Vietnam conflict and what it is like to be a soldier in general. He shares everything – the sad, the nasty, and the funny.
The author's vividly descriptive writing made reading his account feel like watching a movie. He depicts the experience of the American soldier in Vietnam, from the C-rations to the exhausting hiking up hills, to the scorching heat and humidity, so beautifully and precisely that I could easily see every scene unfold before my eyes. I know other good war memoirs, but this is the first one that managed to immerse me in its setting to such an extent. I shivered together with Boccia and his men in the freezing cold nights of Vietnam – as high as the temperatures were during the day, at night they dropped way below what the soldiers dressed in fatigue shirts and small ponchos could endure comfortably. I scrunched my nose at the smell of diarrhea when the platoon had to climb steep hills after being poisoned by the special dinner served to them on Christmas. Sadness overwhelmed me when I listened, together with Boccia, to the personal tragedies of his men, and I triumphed when one of them survived the worst infection that the surgeon had ever seen.
The author's impressive writing skills are not the only thing that make his narrative sound like a movie. He depicts a cast of characters that all fit into different stereotypes. There was Robison, the commanding officer, a man of short-temper and many caprices, with whom Boccia butted heads multiple times a day. There was the calm, greatly knowledegable platoon sergeant Wright with fifteen years of army experience behind his back, who taught Boccia how to read the terrain correctly. There were Muldoon, the combative platoon medic who had neither the discipline nor the desire to serve but bore challenges with remarkable stoicism, and Dickson, a platoon leader whose immaturity, arrogance, and unwillingness to make an effort led to disastrous situations, such as his platoon almost shooting Boccia's platoon in the forest. There was Weldon Honeycutt, the new battalion commander, who wanted to be called Black Jack – a brutal, demanding, and egoistic man, he was never pleased with anything and pushed soldiers to their limits in his pursuit of victory. Of course, there was also Boccia himself: a Georgetown-educated, Jane Austen-reading, handsome, young, and impatient Italian-American lieutenant, who, in the words of his friend and fellow platoon leader Jerry Wolosenko, enjoyed losing his temper more than anyone else.
When these men were forced to work together, countless stories, many of them comedic, were made. It is actually the author's humor that makes his work so enjoyable to read. Almost every page offers a piece of hilarious banter, mostly between Boccia and Robison, or a hilariously critical comment about the author's abilities as a leader, or a misunderstanding or a tactical miscalculation with comically disastrous results. I had never thought that a war memoir would have me laughing out loud, but the author's humor is so on-point that I kept cracking up.
Notably, I liked the author as a person. In an environment in which it was easy to become brutal, he remained kind and brave. He had a genuine concern and appreciation for the men in his platoon, and he put effort into making them feel safe and comfortable. Knowing that trust was essential for good discipline, he became someone whom they could trust and rely on. Had there been more leaders like him in Vietnam, the American soldiers would have probably committed fewer atrocities.
THE CROUCHING BEAST is brilliantly written. Boccia knows how both to amuse and to touch the reader. This book will be of interest to anyone who would like to read a great war memoir.