Michael Herr
Michael Herr
Michael David Herrwas an American writer and war correspondent, known as the author of Dispatches, a memoir of his time as a correspondent for Esquire magazineduring the Vietnam War. The book was called the best "to have been written about the Vietnam War" by The New York Times Book Review; novelist John le Carré called it "the best book I have ever read on men and war in our time." Herr later was credited with pioneering the literary genre of...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionMemoirist
Date of Birth13 April 1940
CountryUnited States of America
God knows, it's all he ever talked about. It wasn't America he couldn't take. It was LA. The only other two places he knew of to make movies in were New York and London, and New York was too hard and too expensive.
Some people just wanted to blow it all to hell, animal, vegetable and mineral. They wanted a Vietnam they could fit into their car ashtrays.
Maybe nothing's so unfunny as an omen read wrong.
It's a corny old gag about Las Vegas, the temporal city if there ever was one, trying to camouflage the hours and retard the dawn, when everybody knows that if you're feeling lucky you're really feeling time in its rawest form, and if you're not feeling lucky, they've got a clock at the bus station.
We never announced a scorched-earth policy; we never announced any policy at all, apart from finding and destroying the enemy, and we proceeded in the most obvious way. We used what was at hand, dropping the greatest volume of explosives in the history of warfare over all the terrain within the thirty-mile sector which fanned out from Khe Sanh. Employing saturation-bombing techniques, we delivered more than 110,000 tons of bombs to those hills during the eleven-week containment of Khe Sanh.
What is the difference between the Marine Corps and the Boy Scouts? The Boy Scouts have adult leadership.
Every time I had a vision of myself lying dead somewhere, it was up there, in the Highlands.
We came to fear something more complicated than death, an annihilation less final but more complete, and we got out. Becausewe all knew that if you stayed too long you became one of those poor bastards who had to have a war on all the time, and where was that?
You can still see the shadow from when the Zeppelin floated over America; it took like Islam in the desert . . .
If war was hell and only hell and there were no other colors in the palate I don't think people would continue to make war,
Vietnam was what we had instead of happy childhoods.
Talk about impersonating an identity, about locking into a role, about irony; I went to cover the war and the war covered me; an old story, unless of course you've never heard it.
All the wrong people remember Vietnam. I think all the people who remember it should forget it, and all the people who forgot it should remember it.
How many times did someone have to run in front of a machine gun before it became an act of cowardice?