I read this
for the 2014 War Challenge with a
Twist at the reading challenge blog War Through the
Generations
I hadn’t read a
Marine Corps combat narrative for long time. I picked The Last Parallel,
expecting gory tales of bloodshed and destruction, with the primary literary
influence being Mickey Spillane. Hey, it was March in Western New
York, the punishment phase of winter, so I needed a pick me up, something to take me out of myself.
In fact, The Last Parallel is smart
and often funny diary-based account of his training in Camp Pendleton, transport
to Korea, and his time in the static war from December 1952 to September 1953. Film
director Stanley Kubrick was so impressed with this story that he took out an
option to make it into a movie.
Sailors and Marines
are forbidden to keep diaries, so it’s a minor miracle that books like this one
and Fahey’s immortal Pacific War Diary even exist. When asked what he
was writing, Russ would say, “Letters.” I assumed later he edited the entries for
publication but the writing is understandably uneven. Some parts are humorous and exciting, while
others go on and on.
There’s much to
interest readers who are into things military: gear, weapons, landscape,
patrols and skirmishes. Many of the fighting scenes will carry the reader away
such as in Cross of Iron and With the Old Breed. He describes an ambush:
A tremendous volume of fire, coming from our right front, at a distance
varying from twenty to fifty yards. These were the first muzzle blasts I
noticed. … Fire of equal intensity came from our left but at a greater
distance. The ambush had been deployed in an inverted V formation and the fire
from its apex was obviously the most deadly.
For those not so
into dispositions tactiques, there are excellent passages too. This on
Chinese propaganda efforts.
… “Ike is one of the leaders who could bring peace in Korea, but like the
rest of the big-money boys, he is not interested in peace.”
A woman sang a song, a very sentimental piece but quite moving “The Last
Rose of Summer.” I looked back at the other three men and could see the outline
of their brush-covered helmets. They were listening too, not aware of each
other and maybe for a moment unaware of the surroundings. When the song ended,
a woman said, “Did you enjoy my song, Marine? If so fire your rifle twice and I
will sing another.” A wag on the MLR fired an extremely long burst from a
machine gun. It echoed for several seconds. A few miles to the east, in the
Army sector, five or six parachute flares hovered above the mountains.
Artillery rumbled in the distance, a kind of muffled thunder. The woman sang
another song. It was unfamiliar, a semi-art song. This was followed by a
haunting, 1920-type number played by an American dance band of that period. I
listened hard for the sound of Bix Beiderbecke or at least Henry Busse. It may
have been Whiteman.
I had an imaginary picture of the Chinese nearby, listening to the
record, thinking how well it must typify the atmosphere of money-mad
capitalist, warmonger infested modern America. Poor bastards realty do need a
new propaganda system.
Sure, we wonder what
a “semi-art song” might possibly be but quibbles
don’t spoil the comic relief guys enjoyed in a grim situation.
Theodore Roosevelt –
called by Henry James “a dangerous and ominous jingo” -- once maintained that only under wartime
conditions is the character of man ever fundamentally tested. Suffice to say, this book is an example of how often the war experience may
radically alter a soldier’s entire approach to life. Russ narrates his growth
from misfit-goof-college smarty-pants to novice to seasoned professional.
In his last month in Korea, he was promoted
to sergeant, as he had been doing a sergeant’s duties for months as an acting
squad leader. Post Marines, he wrote several popular histories of the
Marines in combat, the best known of which was Breakout : The Chosin Reservoir
Campaign, Korea 1950.
I think this is interesting in that the explanation of "writing letters" was taken at face value, rather than pursued. Diaries can expose so many things...and its a wonder that any war diaries have survived.
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