As every veteran of every war knows, to forget one war is to have another. Vietnam was my war. I enlisted and volunteered. It’s the only war I know firsthand. When I write war fiction, I write not just for fellow veterans who have stood in the dragon’s breath. But for those who haven’t yet dreamed they want to. So the young people who must fight wars, the taxpayers who pay for wars and the leaders who decide for wars are forced to recognize what war is before they make war. They need to remember with honesty and clarity the last war. Then we can we can have the courage of decision to go face the dragon once more.
Because young men – they still do most of the fighting – love war stories and young people are fascinated by the rollicking 1960s (pardon my snicker and hand me another beer), I’m writing a collection of Vietnam war novels to attract young people to that message. (You can click the titles to check out the collection on Amazon.)
The collection started in a revised version of Ghost Soldiers, a novel first published 25 years ago and now on Kindle. Ghost Soldiers tells of the bizarre fantasies that keep a soldier alive in the hardest of places – combat.
The second novel is War Lover, also on Kindle, about a young man addicted to war who too late discovers war must have meaning beyond killing and destruction.
Saigon Blues make three – a story of war and the raucous 1960s, and of a life wounded yet desperate for hope.
The fourth novel – Poisoned Hearts – is the story of a murder in the war zone and its long, strange fall out.
Meantime, I’ve begun to publish some war short stories on Amazon, with the first being The Heart Attack about a veteran’s different sort of heart problem. Clicking the image will take you to the story’s Amazon page where you can check it out:
(c) 2014-17 Steven Hardesty
For I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see more
But to and fro in my dreams I go and I kneel and pray for you…
– Foggy Dew, Charles O’Neill, 1919