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The Second Tour
Do not buy new copies of this 1st or even the 2nd Edition of The Second Tour . (There is a 6th Edition available that is much more up to date.) Besides, this publisher (Spinetinglers) doesn't pay royalties due the author.
212 pages, Paperback
First published November 11, 2008
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July 25, 2011
The raw savagery that occurred in Vietnam is acutely brought into focus in my first novel, The Second Tour. Based on my own experiences as a Marine, the novel describes the suffering, fear and loss of American grunts, my friends, during the conflict. But it equally shows the sadistic violence that these same Marines exerted on others, both on the enemy and sometimes on own own side.
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May 23, 2011
Opened The Second Tour and stepped knee deep in blood and hamburger meat, thigh high to Hail Mary and O My God... shivering in a rain I'd like to think the V.C. patrolled... too panicked to cry... too scared to keep my eye off Hill 602 waiting on betel juice smells and booby traps with every sense awakened, including my 7th sense--that's the sense beyond the prophecy I, myself, am unable to define--getting a good glimpse of how they lived and died... all by borrowing Rootie's lenses.
The Second Tour took me to a place, on the surface I partially expected, but never thought would pull me between each word and hold me there until everything I thought and believed was replaced by a reality more than 59,000 men lived and died. The details in this story... the way it is written... woven between the letters home, the remarkable poetry and cantons, and the unnerving foot patrols... how the residue of hardened thoughts cuddled and shielded pain dressing wounds with unexpected humor... and the innocence of men brought to their knees asking questions that No scripture, but only God Himself could answer... all this and more painted a story so real that each fragment of detail made me want to close the book and let my eyes dry. But like Rootie, I couldn't.
This is a succinct but philosophical read that taught me among a few other things... I must be very careful about which books I freely anoint page-turners. There is so much to talk about here, yet I find myself now rendered speechless. I only spent one day in Vietnam borrowing Rootie's lenses, and two days later I'm still decompressing. It's unfathomable and beyond comprehending how anyone could spend thirteen months in what I come out calling Hell's Hole, and still be able to see straight, let alone think straight. My only explanation here is possibly Matt, Rootie's childhood friend who drowned, whose spirit kept Rootie's head above ground (alas alive).
Like I always say, the most prophetic writers have experienced a deep pain. So far, Rizzuti's is the deepest I know, making his debut novel the most prophetic literature I've yet to read.
The Second Tour took me to a place, on the surface I partially expected, but never thought would pull me between each word and hold me there until everything I thought and believed was replaced by a reality more than 59,000 men lived and died. The details in this story... the way it is written... woven between the letters home, the remarkable poetry and cantons, and the unnerving foot patrols... how the residue of hardened thoughts cuddled and shielded pain dressing wounds with unexpected humor... and the innocence of men brought to their knees asking questions that No scripture, but only God Himself could answer... all this and more painted a story so real that each fragment of detail made me want to close the book and let my eyes dry. But like Rootie, I couldn't.
This is a succinct but philosophical read that taught me among a few other things... I must be very careful about which books I freely anoint page-turners. There is so much to talk about here, yet I find myself now rendered speechless. I only spent one day in Vietnam borrowing Rootie's lenses, and two days later I'm still decompressing. It's unfathomable and beyond comprehending how anyone could spend thirteen months in what I come out calling Hell's Hole, and still be able to see straight, let alone think straight. My only explanation here is possibly Matt, Rootie's childhood friend who drowned, whose spirit kept Rootie's head above ground (alas alive).
Like I always say, the most prophetic writers have experienced a deep pain. So far, Rizzuti's is the deepest I know, making his debut novel the most prophetic literature I've yet to read.
August 5, 2012
This is the first time I've read anything like Terry Rizzuti's "The Second Tour". The way in which Terry tells his story - in fragmented segments - left me hanging, curious and anxious to read what happens next. However, in this format, the next tale may be about something entirely unrelated - maybe even at an earlier or a later date - I found myself in a time machine - not sure where I will be next, but it all seems to come together. Told through the eyes of "Rootie", his nickname because fellow soldiers had a difficult time pronouncing his last name, The Second Tour is very descriptive and makes you feel like you are there with him and his company. It also seemed that as time went on in the story, a death was reported as a matter of fact. There were no more tears or emotions - they were used up much earlier. It is also easy to see how PTSD can result after experiencing such horror and chaos. I enjoyed the story and recommend The Second Tour to anyone who wants to know what these young soldiers had to endure to survive early in the Vietnam War and return home. However, the mental damage had already been done and unlike putting a book down and forgetting about it, this story will continue to play out over and over again in the heads of those men that had experienced it.
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