Author: Lourensen, Tony
ISBN: 978-0-646-52323-1
Paperback
Extent: 200 pages
Category: General non Fiction/Biography/Memoir
Biographical account of “Shorty”, a young married soldier, just before and during his tour of duty in “Sunny Vietnam”. Written in the first person.
Shorty describes everyday life in the camp and explains that even though he is only a “baggy-arse clerk” – he still has his stories to tell. So follows a collection of wonderful and bizarre tales, described graphically and in the vernacular of the day.
Some stories contain: the absurd, “we had a 105mm Howitzer, but no-one knew how to work it, so we had to learn from a user manual”: the ridiculous, “I was looking directly at a landmine outside my tent – on it, I read ‘face toward enemy’”: the pathetic, small children scrambling for work, filling sandbags for a few cents each, a side-splitting story of McGee, a soldier who was overwhelmed by the American “free stuff” and could not help but help himself to it, the informative, Shorty meets an American soldier who was involved in the Bay of Pigs fiasco and reveals his fascinating secrets, the intensive, Tet “the first offensive”, and the disturbing story “Home, Sweet Hamlet” where Shorty is exposed to the lives of innocent peasants, discusses guerilla warfare and the practice of relocating villages.
On his trip home, he questions himself as to what he has achieved, the state of the nation’s opposition to the Vietnam War in Australia, and the insult that “we were advised by our own government, not to wear our uniform on the streets in Australia”. He resolved to forget all and get on with his life – until he saw “a fat, whingy and whiney brat with soft serve ice-cream dribbling down his chin, he was hitting his mother and obviously thoroughly spoilt”. Shorty had a flashback of the forlorn children of the sandbag farm and he experienced a nefarious compulsion to “throttle the little shit to death – that would even things out a bit; at this point I knew I was carrying some baggage that the customs man had not seen – and it was in my head.”.
