Tonsetic gives away nothing about his life after his time of service, about which I remain curious, but one fact is disclosed about his pre-induction life: after nearly dying of boredom in an engineering major, he turned to majoring in English, and it shows in this memoir. Without doubt, his account is the best written of all the Vietnam memoirs I have read. In the smaller details, he uses no jargon (except that inherent in military terms) and he finds creative ways to describe routine events. This of course makes for much more interesting reading.
Despite my expectations of reserve, his most emotional accounts are his anger and rage when the men he is responsible for are in danger, and he is not shy about breaking rules if it will result in better protection of his men; he seems to contain his anger in dealing difficult superiors.
I noted something consistent: He is not afraid to like men and trust his judgement about their capabilities; similarly at times he quickly realizes of some one 'he has to go.' He was assigned when he took over a command that he had an RTO who would have been better behinds a plow -- he quickly replaced him with the guy who drove the jeep, who became an excellent RTO, a complex and significant responsibility.
An important touch was his matching his duties with the headlines of what was going on at home: Martin Luther King's assassination; Robert Kennedy's candidacy and subsequent assassination. I lived, stateside through those times, having been born in 1938. His view of our commitment shifted slightly with each of those tectonic shifts. I also appreciated the quotes that began each chapter, each drawn from a world of literature.
A very important skill which Tonsetic demonstrated in the total structure of his memoir was his ability to match pace and drama: It wasn't until I was exhausted by the rapidity of assignments without relief that I realized he was giving me, the reader, some idea of the stresses and unrelieved strains his group and ultimately he himself had to face. Though he had worked as a lieutenant for nine months, he realizes that he was not made for war and its horrors. He asked to have a desk job (so to speak) for his last three months, which he needed to keep him from falling apart.
Having dug into my own psyche to sort out some painful things, I am in awe of Tonsetic's ability to describe in great detail what he went through, and to tell us what his emotional responses were. He relives his experience in telling it for our benefit!
I am grateful.