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This started out so good. The writing was engaging, and Ketwig comes across as a thoughtful and intelligent individual. The sections of the book where there's contact with the enemy are excellent. Ketwig's writing becomes choppy and quick during the parts; you can absolutely feel the tension, uncertainty and stress.
But the book loses steam about half-way through. I think the turning point for me was Ketwig's R&R in Penang. Part of this is because all of a sudden he's been in Vietnam for eight months, yet there's no feel for the passage of time for the reader. The other part is that he falls in love with a prostitute in Penang, and hopes to marry her and take her back to the States. It just comes across so pathetic and naïve. And this book I guess is no different than other memoirs in this respect, but I'm never sure how much I buy the dialogue. Ketwig writes lengthy conversations and monologues. I guess you have to take his word that they happened at all, or happened as he writes them.
After Ketwig's year in Vietnam, he goes to Thailand and really nothing else happens. It certainly provides a different perspective of serving in Southeast Asia, but it's not very interesting. Travel, random stories, philosophizing... The book wraps up with Ketwig's return home. There's a lot to read post-Vietnam but I don't think there's anything about it that warrants that much space of the book being dedicated to it.
It probably felt good for Ketwig to write this book and get some of his feelings and memories off his chest. But as a reader I was left disappointed in the end. The first half or so is a really great read, but everything after that isn't worth the time.
But the book loses steam about half-way through. I think the turning point for me was Ketwig's R&R in Penang. Part of this is because all of a sudden he's been in Vietnam for eight months, yet there's no feel for the passage of time for the reader. The other part is that he falls in love with a prostitute in Penang, and hopes to marry her and take her back to the States. It just comes across so pathetic and naïve. And this book I guess is no different than other memoirs in this respect, but I'm never sure how much I buy the dialogue. Ketwig writes lengthy conversations and monologues. I guess you have to take his word that they happened at all, or happened as he writes them.
After Ketwig's year in Vietnam, he goes to Thailand and really nothing else happens. It certainly provides a different perspective of serving in Southeast Asia, but it's not very interesting. Travel, random stories, philosophizing... The book wraps up with Ketwig's return home. There's a lot to read post-Vietnam but I don't think there's anything about it that warrants that much space of the book being dedicated to it.
It probably felt good for Ketwig to write this book and get some of his feelings and memories off his chest. But as a reader I was left disappointed in the end. The first half or so is a really great read, but everything after that isn't worth the time.