The Soul of a New Machine is one of my favorite books, an all time classic that transcends the bits and bolts of late 1970s computing to capture the ineffable process of invention. So when I saw Kidder had a memoir about his time in Vietnam, I picked this up.
Kidder goes back in memory to find his war and his past self. The problem is that his war is, frankly, boring, and his past self a callow youth. While a student at Harvard, Kidder signed up for ROTC for ill-defined reasons, before the war became a dividing line in a generation. He specialized in military intelligence, and wound up responsible for (I decline to use the phrase 'in command of') a eight man radio finding detachment. Kidder and his men were the REMFiest REMFs who never left the wire. His sergeant had a pair of boots he deliberately abused to feel like he was in the shit, and the entire unit would gather every night to watch Combat! on ABC. Kidder tries his best to befriend his men, to protect everyone from the bullshit of military authority, to fix the elusive NVA regiments on his division's maps. The plot, such as it is, is a series of pranks orchestrated by rebellious soldier Pancho, and a cycle of new commanders distinguished mostly by the unwanted attention that they bring to the unit.
A parallel arc is Kidder's strange, on-off, and frankly abusive relationship with a kind of cometary girlfriend, Mary Ann. An object of lust since childhood, Kidder guilts Mary Ann into accepting a ring before going to Vietnam, torments her with invented war stories of atrocities, and finally accepts the death of the relationship, a friendship destroyed by his inability to let it grow. Boys can be terrible, and for his degree and his bars, the Kidder of this story is very much not a man. The best parts of the book are the humor provided by the story within the story. In 1970, Kidder wrote a melodrama set in Vietnam called Ivory Fields, about an idealistic Lieutenant killed by his own men for intervening in a rape. The book was rejected by over 30 publishers before Kidder burnt the manuscript and went on to other things. There are excerpts, and it is truly awful. Even a Pulitzer Prize winning writer doesn't bat 100!
The fact is, for as much as the Vietnam War defined a generation, a lot of people who served did so without particular distinction or courage. They ran supply depots, maintained trucks, processed transfers, and triangulated radios. The REMFs deserve their own stories, but this is not it.