Chester McMullen and I on his dad's boat off Grand Bahama Island in 1963. |
A high school friend of mine died on Nov. 28, and I have
been thinking about him. His name was Chester McMullen. We lost track of each
other long ago, when he went to Vietnam. A Marine courier, he got caught behind
enemy lines during the Tet Offensive.
I learned this from a mutual friend – Tim Ohr, also aVietnam veteran. A few years ago, when Tim wrote a novel based on his war
experience titled Under the Gun, he
used an excerpt from Chester's letter during Tet as his epigraph. Here it
is:
Phu Bai February 7, 1968
Please. I do not
wish to hear
anything
anymore
and I
have nothing
to say
to anyone.
Chester and I emcee the 1964 senior assembly Behind us are Wallace Charles and Sarah Brown and Bob Biles and Cindy Darling. |
In our high school in Clearwater, Fla., Chester was a brilliant kid who did not
necessarily apply himself to classwork. Possibly that is why we were friends. He was an ace debater and public speaker,
and he introduced me to Catcher in the
Rye, On the Road and other books
considered subversive in those days. His dad took us on a boat trip to the
Bahamas when I was 16, and together Chester and I emceed the senior assembly at school. I know little about his life after his discharge from the
service except that it was difficult.
I mention his death here because I think the snippet Tim Ohr used from
his letter says a great deal about my generation’s introduction to war. I was
in the army from 1966 to 1970. I was a cold warrior, managing to stay out of
Vietnam, but in the last few months of my hitch, I served on the funeral detail
in a support company at Fort Gordon, Ga.
I fired the 21-gun salute at funerals in Georgia and South
Carolina where we men in uniform were not a welcome sight. This was especially
true in African-American cemeteries. The war had been lost by then, but young
men were still dying in Vietnam and coming home in body bags. Wives and mothers wailed as the slaps of our rifle fire echoed in the distance and the concealed
bugler began blowing Taps. These rituals may have brought some closure to the families
in the short term, but losing husbands and sons to a lost cause cannot have
been easy.
In the many years since then, I have visited the D-Day
beaches and cemeteries in Normandy, the battlefields at the Somme and Verdun,
the trenches at Ypres, the American cemetery at Belleau Wood, a dozen or more Civil
War battlefields and thousands of soldiers’ graves. From the Civil War through
the current war in Afghanistan, I’ve seen a similar arc in the public reaction
to war. It invariably runs from enthusiasm to despair.
The bitterness of Vietnam does not color my view of all
wars, but I remain skeptical of the spin that war is a glorious enterprise. Whether at Cold
Harbor or Belleau Wood or the Bulge or Heartbreak Ridge or Hue or Kandahar, war
breaks the human spirit.
In researching Our War
I read the wartime letters of dozens of New Hampshire soldiers. Many couldn’t
wait to fight and defeat the enemy in 1861. Without exception the realities of
war stilled these first stirrings of their hearts. Those who survived the
carnage would have understood just where my friend Chester McMullen was coming
from when he wrote home in 1968.
A full obituary of obituary of Chester has just appeared in the Tampa Bay Times. Here is the address:
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Mike,
ReplyDeleteCool pics from the good old days. The boat was called the "Quest".
Chester mentioned you over the years with fondness.
I'll leave you with a quote from one of my favorite movies,
"A River Runs Through It", by Norman Maclean.
"We are willing to help, Lord, but what, if anything, is needed? For it is true we can seldom help those closest to us. Either we don't know what part of ourselves to give or, more often than not, the part we have to give is not wanted. And so it those we live with and should know who elude us. But we can still love them - we can love completely without complete understanding."
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I was a classmate of Chester at the University of South Florida, after we both got out of the service. We both served at the same time, although I was aboard a frigate just offshore. We lost track of each other after graduation in the early 1970s.
ReplyDeleteHe was indeed a remarkable man, and I've always felt honored (and a bit surprised) that he sought me out and became my friend. We met in an English class, as I recall. I've searched the net for him for years, but I never knew his middle name, so I could never identify him. I finally stumbled on his obituary, and Mr Pride's remarks a few hours ago. I guess I just missed him.
Chester would have found the irony delicious. He was brilliant, handsome, funny, and one of the sanest people I've ever met. I wish I had the chance to talk with him before he had to go.
Thanks, Harry. Please drop me a note at cmpride@yahoo.com.
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