Lewis B. Puller, Jr.'s memoir is a moving story of a man born into a proud military legacy who struggles to rebuild his world after the Vietnam War has shattered his body and his ideals.Raised in the shadow of his father, Marine General Lewis B. "Chesty" Puller, a hero of five wars, young lewis went Southeast Asia at the height of the Vietnam War and served with distinctio
Lewis B. Puller, Jr.'s memoir is a moving story of a man born into a proud military legacy who struggles to rebuild his world after the Vietnam War has shattered his body and his ideals.Raised in the shadow of his father, Marine General Lewis B. "Chesty" Puller, a hero of five wars, young lewis went Southeast Asia at the height of the Vietnam War and served with distinction as an officer in his father's beloved Corps. But when he tripped a booby-trapped howitzer round, triggering an explosion that would cost him his legs, his career as a soldier ended -- and the battle to reclaim his life began.
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Fortunate Son: The Healing of a Vietnam Vet is the story of Lewis B. Puller, USMC, the son of Lt. General Chesty Puller, USMC, the most decorated Marine in history and the man who came to exemplify what being a Marine means (read his biography in Chesty by Colonel Jon T. Hoffman). To walk in his footsteps, especially as a Marine officer, took a courage that surfaced in this mild-mannered boy when he was grievously injured during the Vietnam War. In 1968, just one year after joining the Marines,
Fortunate Son: The Healing of a Vietnam Vet is the story of Lewis B. Puller, USMC, the son of Lt. General Chesty Puller, USMC, the most decorated Marine in history and the man who came to exemplify what being a Marine means (read his biography in Chesty by Colonel Jon T. Hoffman). To walk in his footsteps, especially as a Marine officer, took a courage that surfaced in this mild-mannered boy when he was grievously injured during the Vietnam War. In 1968, just one year after joining the Marines, he stepped on a land mine and had both legs and parts of his hands blown off. He spent the balance of his life struggling to overcome the damage, succeeding for almost fifteen years and then succombing to alcoholism and suicide.He became yet one more victim of the Vietnam War, as Toddy Puller said in a press interview, "To the list of names of victims of the Vietnam War, add the name of Lewis Puller (Jr.). He suffered terrible wounds that never really healed." During his brief active-duty military career, Puller earned the Silver Star, two Purple Hearts, the Navy Commendation Medal and the Vietnam Cross of Gallantry.
The battle he fought to live a productive meaningful life when his injuries threatened to destroy his spirit and his purpose, is the story behind the Pulitzer Prize-winning story, Fortunate Son. He now rests in peace in Section 3, Grave Number 2229 of Arlington National Cemetery.
Fortunate Son: The Healing of a Vietnam Vet had been on my reading list for several years before I found the courage to read it. I knew it would be a difficult read: a father-son relationship that misfires, war, the dashed hopes of a childhood dream ending with horrific injuries, alcoholism, depression, a failed suicide attempt. CSI may have desensitized me to a degree, but this isn’t fiction, it’s an autobiography.
The son of a retired marine myself, I could relate to parts of Lewis B. Puller,
Fortunate Son: The Healing of a Vietnam Vet had been on my reading list for several years before I found the courage to read it. I knew it would be a difficult read: a father-son relationship that misfires, war, the dashed hopes of a childhood dream ending with horrific injuries, alcoholism, depression, a failed suicide attempt. CSI may have desensitized me to a degree, but this isn’t fiction, it’s an autobiography.
The son of a retired marine myself, I could relate to parts of Lewis B. Puller, Jr.’s story. My dad had retired from the Corps before he met and married my mother, so I never knew him as a marine. Although proud of his service in the South Pacific, he never urged me to follow in his footsteps.
Lew, Jr. was the son of the legendary Lewis “Chesty” Puller, one of the more decorated marines in the history of the Corps. He didn’t have to urge his son to follow him into the marines. He just came home from the Korean conflict to a parade and much hero worship. So is it any wonder that five-year-old Lew, Jr. wanted, when he grew up, to seek his own glory in war?
In Fortunate Son, Lewis B. Puller chronicles his youth, his adoration of his father, and his father’s love for him. Despite being far less athletic than his twin sister, Lew always made out his father’s cheers at little league games, even when he played poorly.
When the day came, General Puller smiled proudly when his son volunteered for officer’s training in the Marine Corps.
Eventually the young Puller, as a Second Lieutenant, finds himself in the bush in charge of a platoon of young marines. Before long he realizes he doesn’t belong in Vietnam, America doesn’t belong in Vietnam, that the Nixon administration is wrong to send her boys to Vietnam, and he comes to the conclusion—having watched several marines under his command killed—that a career in the military is no longer what he wishes. Unfortunately, two weeks later he steps on a booby trap and loses both legs while severely damaging both hands.
All of this takes place in the first one-hundred pages or so of Fortunate Son. The remaining 280 pages chronicle Lew’s recovery from his wounds as well as his efforts to come to terms with his service to his country—what he calls reconciliation: was his sacrifice worth it? Sadly he keeps coming up with the wrong answer: No.
He recounts his father’s first visit after he returned stateside, wounded; how the elder Puller broke down and sobbed, unashamedly. It was the second time Lew had seen his father weep. He also recounts, in vivid detail, the long, slow death of his father after a series of strokes took more and more of the tough marine, at first leaving him weakened, eventually incontinent and affecting his memory—at times he had no recollection that Lew, Jr. had been wounded in Vietnam. And so once again Lew, Jr. is robbed of the chance at reconciliation, at least with the man he loved the most and who, in youth, he’d most wanted to emulate. Yet even in life “Chesty” is at a loss for the right words: He can’t understand why the marines are fighting a losing battle in Southeast Asia.
He can’t understand why, for doing their duty, marines came home to be spat upon by their fellow Americans. It wasn’t a war they started; yet they were blamed for it, were seen as long-haired, marijuana smoking hippies who killed women and children. Lew saw none of the latter, but understood it happened. He never understood the media’s fascination with reporting only the bad, never the acts of heroism. Nor did they ever hold accountable those in office. The buck stopped with the marines who were only following orders.
Lew fathered two children—the first, a son, before leaving for Vietnam. After months spent recovering from his injuries and after multiple surgeries (mostly on his hands), Lew returned to school to become a lawyer. A few years later, angered by the political environment in Virginia, he ran for congress against Paul S. Trible, Jr., who’d managed to avoid serving in Vietnam for medical reasons.
Lew, with absolutely no campaign experience, ran a clean campaign; but in the end he was beaten soundly, learning that in politics it’s not important for a candidate to believe what they say; they only have to say what the voters want to hear.
After the election, Lew’s drinking escalated. The beer, which had been a crutch for him since officer’s school, had turned to scotch—to the tune of a bottle every night. He was depressed, angry, and he hadn’t yet healed, emotionally, from Vietnam. He watched the civilian prisoners return from Iran, heroes, to appear on TV as celebrities, and he shook his head in wonder over why no one ever affirmed the Vietnam veteran’s sacrifice.
All the while the drinking continues. Lew regularly got up in the middle of the night to fix himself a wine cocktail, arrived at work in the Pentagon drunk and spent his day thinking about getting home so he could have another drink. Eventually he took to keeping a pint of vodka in his desk and marveled that no one ever suspected.
One night, while watching a special about the Vietnam War on public television, Lew became so enraged by something said that he destroyed the TV. When his wife, Toddy, ran upstairs to check on him, he’d already forgotten what was said that angered him. Toddy immediately took him to rehab where he was diagnosed in the last stages of alcoholism. He spent the next four weeks searching for answers, seeking serenity, and learning that he was not nearly as important to others as he thought. Lew dried out and the book ends shortly after the dedication of the Vietnam Memorial, with Lew, clear of the fog of alcohol, at last finding a semblance of peace.
One day three Soviet veterans of the Afghanistan War arranged to meet Lew at the memorial, and Lew was surprised at the length of his father’s shadow. It seems his father is studied in Russia for his tactical brilliance. Odd, this band of brothers—only two of the four speak English. But men who have shed blood and watched blood flow share a bond that surmounts language, even culture.
These three Soviets wished to see a memorial raised in Russia to recognize the sacrifice they and their comrades made in Afghanistan. But like the Vietnam vets, they too were eschewed in their homeland. And they wished to know how Lew found his reconciliation. He tells them.
Fortunate Son won a Pulitzer shortly after its release, and rightfully so. Puller’s story is a moving one—a story no doubt that belongs to thousands of Vietnam vets. Serving their country to the best of their ability, following orders handed down to them as a result of a misguided administration with a political agenda that saw our boys as fodder. Suffering wounds, some physical, most emotional, from which they could never truly heal because, for twenty years, there was no reconciliation.
Puller had a gift for language, for writing, for telling a story, and his memoir, often poignant, at times humorous, is a moving one. His account of his alcoholism—the anger, the lost temper, the blackouts, the memory loss, and how the realization that he could never take another drink again was like losing a loved one—takes the reader into hell, only to reemerge, with Lew victorious at their side.
Fortunate Son should be required reading in our schools even if, tragically, the epitaph wasn’t written for several more years, when Puller took his own life. His wife, Toddy, perhaps to pursue her own political career, had separated from him and he’d again begun drinking. Toddy said: “To the list of names of victims of the Vietnam War, add the name of Lewis Puller ... He suffered terrible wounds that never really healed.” Were they the words of a grieving widow or merely words of deflection? Only she can know.
Rose Kennedy perhaps said it best when she disagreed with the adage that time heals all wounds. She claimed the wounds remained. “In time,” she said, “the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens, but it is never gone.”
First Lieutenant Puller’s story is precisely why no single man should be granted the power, with a flourish of his signature, to send young men off to war—not unless he, too, has been there, at the gates of hell, fighting not for glory, honor or country, but merely to stay alive.
From birth Lewis B. Puller Jr. had some big shoes to fill. He was named after his father, one of the most famous Marines in Corps history, the legendary USMC Lt. General Lewis Burwell Puller, known simply as “Chesty”. Lewis Jr. was gifted at putting his inner thoughts on paper and he penned a heartbreaking autobiography filled with love, devotion, grief and sadness that truly deserved the Pulitzer Prize recognition. Throughout all the hardship he chose the title “Fortunate Son” to tell his story
From birth Lewis B. Puller Jr. had some big shoes to fill. He was named after his father, one of the most famous Marines in Corps history, the legendary USMC Lt. General Lewis Burwell Puller, known simply as “Chesty”. Lewis Jr. was gifted at putting his inner thoughts on paper and he penned a heartbreaking autobiography filled with love, devotion, grief and sadness that truly deserved the Pulitzer Prize recognition. Throughout all the hardship he chose the title “Fortunate Son” to tell his story.
Lewis wished to create his own path forward and although the prestigious College of William and Mary is rich in tradition with a beautiful campus it’s not your typical military school. He is exceptionally candid about his indulgences drinking at fraternity parties. Fortunately love came his way. He fulfills his goal to become a Marine Corps officer and his mother and father proudly pinned the second lieutenant bars on him. The Vietnam War was a very brutal ugly war and before long Lewis, as a newlywed, was whisked away into another realm. While leading a patrol, a booby-trap explosion causes him to lose both his legs and partial use of his hands. Through many, many operations and accompanying financial hardships he endures to become a lawyer and makes a run for Congress. Alcoholism and family relationships spiced with a bit of humor tell the story of this veteran’s life for all to read and remember.
I find myself more mystified than ever about the Vietnam War and American Culture of that day. I’ve now read 4 Vietnam veteran biographies and all, but one (that would be John McCain’s), contain a common theme of disillusionment, rejection, and loss. I grieve for the veterans who suffered more from the attitude of anti-war protestors and an ungrateful nation than they did at the hands of brutal enemies of freedom. Another facet of the culture of the day fascinates me and this is the culture of c
I find myself more mystified than ever about the Vietnam War and American Culture of that day. I’ve now read 4 Vietnam veteran biographies and all, but one (that would be John McCain’s), contain a common theme of disillusionment, rejection, and loss. I grieve for the veterans who suffered more from the attitude of anti-war protestors and an ungrateful nation than they did at the hands of brutal enemies of freedom. Another facet of the culture of the day fascinates me and this is the culture of cocktails. It seems that for many the ritual cocktail hour, wine and beer with dinner followed by after dinner drinks was a norm. I try to imagine the faces of my own dear friends if I were to invite them over for cocktails before dinner or for a nightcap later on. Yet today my parents celebrate a variation of this theme and I distinctly remember my paternal grandparents hosting many a cocktail hour with martinis and old fashions, cigarettes and the prerequisite “dinner dress.” What seems to be missing in many of the Vietnam era narratives is faith (Is this why John McCain is different with his bios entitled “Faith of my Fathers” and “Worth Fighting For”?). The time of the 60’s and 70’s as seen from my distant, superficial vantage point is an era when every faith, in government, leadership, religion, and traditional family roles, was shaken, not stirred (sorry I couldn’t resist). Notwithstanding, Fortunate Son is a tragic life story with a few supreme triumphs and numerous losses. The epilogue to the epilogue reveals the greatest loss of all, leaving one to ponder why and why then?
Lewis B. Puller, Jr. shares intimately the struggles of his life. With his words, I begin to know him through his most human qualities. His legacy is one of great courage. It is only after the end of the book that I allow myself to ponder the yellowed newspaper clippings that lured me to the book in the first place as it sat half forgotten on a clearance shelf at our local used book store. I am thankful for the gift of Lewis Puller to this world. And as long as there are readers of his story, history, he will be remembered and his contributions to our Nation celebrated and not forgotten after all.
He closes with this quote: “Often the only way to keep that which we hold most dear is to give it away.”
Engrossing. I read most of it in one night. I enjoy military history, so I was already well acquainted with Puller, Sr., a famous Marine commander. Lew's story is a fantastic American journey, full of courage, despair, and hope (he was horribly maimed on the battlefield in Vietnam). It is an inspirational story, written by a regular man. As such it gives hope to all of us, especially those who may have struggled with some of the same personal demons. Even if you don't particularly care to read a
Engrossing. I read most of it in one night. I enjoy military history, so I was already well acquainted with Puller, Sr., a famous Marine commander. Lew's story is a fantastic American journey, full of courage, despair, and hope (he was horribly maimed on the battlefield in Vietnam). It is an inspirational story, written by a regular man. As such it gives hope to all of us, especially those who may have struggled with some of the same personal demons. Even if you don't particularly care to read about the military, you will like this book. It is a human story; the military is only incidental. Particularly poignant are some of the insights he draws about the relationship with his father and the love of his wife, and the things he learned as a result.
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I read Fortunate Son because a friend served in Puller's platoon in Vietnam. Although passionate about history, I had nevef read much on the Vietnam War. Puller's book was very engrossing and gave a good sense of "being there." It did, however, seem to drag when he described his unsuccessful run for Congress. Ultimately the book was a tragedy, because three years after publication, Puller committed suicide due to the psychological war that never left him. Definitely recommended
I don't characterize this oustanding book as military history but a family story, about a man overcoming his own family history. Lewis Puller Jr. was the son of military legend Chesty Puller. Jr., went to Vietnam, suffered serious injury after stepping on a booby trap. He went on to write this Pulizter Prize winning book after suffering enormous psychological scars. What is haunting and poignant is Lewis Jr., committed suicide a few years after writing this book.
First, please let me be clear about why I gave this book only two stars: it is literally because I thought 'it was okay,' aligning to the GoodReads system, and it is not meant to indicate I think lowly of it.
I read this in 1992 or 1993 after seeing Mr. Puller on C-SPAN's Booknotes on a Sunday night, as he told achingly of his experiences before, during, and after his service in Vietnam.
By seeing this book, you're most likely already aware of the author's pedigree: Lewis Puller Jr. was the son of
First, please let me be clear about why I gave this book only two stars: it is literally because I thought 'it was okay,' aligning to the GoodReads system, and it is not meant to indicate I think lowly of it.
I read this in 1992 or 1993 after seeing Mr. Puller on C-SPAN's Booknotes on a Sunday night, as he told achingly of his experiences before, during, and after his service in Vietnam.
By seeing this book, you're most likely already aware of the author's pedigree: Lewis Puller Jr. was the son of Lewis 'Chesty' Puller, one of the most decorated men in the history of the US Marine Corps, who served with great distinction during the second world war and in Korea.
Lewis Jr. joined the Marines in 1968 and went to Vietnam as a platoon commander. Only about three months into his tour, he detonated a booby trap that had been improvised from a Howitzer round. The explosion maimed him severely, destroying both his legs, his left hand and the fingers of his right hand. He would need a wheelchair for the rest of his life.
This is one of the most difficult books I've ever read. The book has an unmistakable undercurrent of depression throughout, and it was very hard for me to keep reading. I suppose Puller wrote it at least partly as a catharsis, in an attempt to aid his journey of healing. And in some ways, it is a bit uplifting, but I didn't think those moments were very lasting. He felt the weight of his great father pushing on him even before he joined the military. After his maiming, he returned to college, earned a law degree and became a lawyer, but his alcoholism slowly brought him down. He ran for Congress against a candidate who had ducked the draft and got trounced, bitterly; his depression darkened further. He finally stopped drinking, and thanks in part to a supporting wife who never left him in his darkest days, his outlook improved.
But it's those lingering things from his past, especially the remains of his traumatic injury and his personal failures, that he just couldn't get rid of. Even with those relative high points, there are always those dark clouds hanging around. I just couldn't shake that sour feeling as I put the book down for the last time.
And I was very saddened to learn of Puller's death at his own hand about a year after I had read the book. I wasn't at all surprised, though. It just seemed to be a sad confirmation that his great wounds would never completely heal. Strangely, the manner of his death affirms the book in a way opposite of what he intended.
This book haunts me in a way, because from time to time I wonder if I should try it again to see if it's as uplifting and positive as Puller tried to say it was on Booknotes--that maybe I was missing something and couldn't see the forest for the trees. But I remember the dark clouds that lingered over this book, and I hesitate. I want to think of his story as a triumph over great adversity, but I'm afraid I'll never be able to see it that way, especially because of how his story ultimately ended. It's a pain I doubt I'll ever want to revisit.
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Living in the shadow of Louis B. "Chesty" Puller could not have been easy. The author had to do just that. Louis "Chesty" Pulley Sr. is a Marine Corps legend. He is no less that the most decorated Marine in history, winning virtually all the highest military honors, including the Medal of Honor, 'Chesty' was a man's man and a Marine's Marine. His son attempted to follow in his shoes. This book is his story.
Louis B. Puller Jr. entered his father's beloved Marine Corps in 1968. After officer train
Living in the shadow of Louis B. "Chesty" Puller could not have been easy. The author had to do just that. Louis "Chesty" Pulley Sr. is a Marine Corps legend. He is no less that the most decorated Marine in history, winning virtually all the highest military honors, including the Medal of Honor, 'Chesty' was a man's man and a Marine's Marine. His son attempted to follow in his shoes. This book is his story.
Louis B. Puller Jr. entered his father's beloved Marine Corps in 1968. After officer training and extensive combat training, he went to Vietnam as a 1st Lieutenant. He served with distinction and honor, the level of which his Father would have expected.
On October 11, 1968, Louis B. Puller tripped a booby-trapped howitzer round. His wounds were horrible. He had lost both legs and most of the fingers on both hands. He had been given a very slight chance of recovery, but he did survive.
His book tells his story mostly in the first person, and as such tells a very personal view. You can sense his holding back his emotions in his writing. He takes you through his entry into the military, his deployment to Vietnam and his injuries. The book also goes into detail about how he became involved with the construction of the 'Vietnam War Memorial Wall' and was the keynote speaker at its dedication. The book finishes with his time in Washington. He fought his war demons for his entire post-military life.
He later went on to earn a law degree and ran unsuccessfully for Congress in 1978.
This book eventually became a Pulitzer Prize winner.
This is the life story of the son of the U.S. Marine Corps' greatest hero, "Chesty" Puller. His son, named after him, also became a Marine and went to Vietnam as a lieutenant leading an infantry platoon. There he was terribly wounded and maimed by what would today be called an IED, losing both legs and one arm. This book is mainly the story of his struggle after that; he frankly recounts his struggles with rage, depression, and alcoholism, and relationship problems. As a sidelight, the books sho
This is the life story of the son of the U.S. Marine Corps' greatest hero, "Chesty" Puller. His son, named after him, also became a Marine and went to Vietnam as a lieutenant leading an infantry platoon. There he was terribly wounded and maimed by what would today be called an IED, losing both legs and one arm. This book is mainly the story of his struggle after that; he frankly recounts his struggles with rage, depression, and alcoholism, and relationship problems. As a sidelight, the books shows a little-known side of his father's character, that of a tender, loving and attentive parent. The only time in Chesty Puller's adult life that anyone ever saw him cry was after his son came home from Vietnam badly wounded, when he broke down and sobbed.
Puller Junior ultimately got sober and went into politics as a reform-minded officeholder.
Tragically, within a few years of writing this autobiography he killed himself. A lot of vets felt that a piece of them had gone with them.
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When a young man tries to live up to his father’s reputation, the results are catastrophic. This Vietnam Era autobiography by Lewis Puller, son of Chesty Puller, the most highly decorated Marine in the history of the Marine Corps, is a heartbreaking look into the son’s vain attempts to continue his father’s legacy. You move through his basic training with him, wishing he would just quit. Showing his tenacity, he graduates and is assigned field duty in Vietnam. Shortly after being deployed, he is
When a young man tries to live up to his father’s reputation, the results are catastrophic. This Vietnam Era autobiography by Lewis Puller, son of Chesty Puller, the most highly decorated Marine in the history of the Marine Corps, is a heartbreaking look into the son’s vain attempts to continue his father’s legacy. You move through his basic training with him, wishing he would just quit. Showing his tenacity, he graduates and is assigned field duty in Vietnam. Shortly after being deployed, he is out on patrol and steps on a landmine. His arduous recovery and determination to walk again is heroic. Puller tells his story in a finely crafted manner, which earned him a Pulitzer Prize, and leaves the reader with due admiration for him. This book may shed some light on why the armed services placed PTSD on a back burner for such a long time. This is story is an engaging read and well worth the time.
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Brutally honest in his description of the consequences of his injuries, and his alcoholism that followed. It was also touching to describe his eventual closeness to his father, as his father suffered repeated strokes that eventually took his life. I was touched to the point of tears at some points.
An excellent book for anyone to read who is feeling sorry for themselves for whatever reason. This poor man and his family endured so much that it was quite literally incomprehensible. The internal and external wounds of war hit Lewis Puller with full force and this book is a good source to see how much the wounds of loved one effect those around them and how difficult the unsung struggles of the families of the wounded can be. This book is a true eye opener for multiple reasons and a true story
An excellent book for anyone to read who is feeling sorry for themselves for whatever reason. This poor man and his family endured so much that it was quite literally incomprehensible. The internal and external wounds of war hit Lewis Puller with full force and this book is a good source to see how much the wounds of loved one effect those around them and how difficult the unsung struggles of the families of the wounded can be. This book is a true eye opener for multiple reasons and a true story that I will never forget. I recommend this book to not just veteran's or their families but to anyone interested in reading of self discovery and the power of the subconscious mind.
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A fascinating, moving, very well written memoir. The son of the only Marine to win five Navy Crosses, Puller Jr. went to Vietnam, a newlywed, as a matter of course, lost his legs and some of his hands, became a lawyer, ran for Congress, overcame alcoholism and finally made peace with his country for making his sacrifice a wasted effort. At least that’s how his book ends; I learned later that he killed himself a few years after the publication of this Pulitzer-Prize winning effort. The book is re
A fascinating, moving, very well written memoir. The son of the only Marine to win five Navy Crosses, Puller Jr. went to Vietnam, a newlywed, as a matter of course, lost his legs and some of his hands, became a lawyer, ran for Congress, overcame alcoholism and finally made peace with his country for making his sacrifice a wasted effort. At least that’s how his book ends; I learned later that he killed himself a few years after the publication of this Pulitzer-Prize winning effort. The book is really an amazing account of savage bitterness and resentment, struggle and grudging acceptance in the face of injustice, prejudice and ignorance.
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Extremely tragic story of Marine Corps legend Chesty Puller's son. Puller Jr. commissioned as an officer, went to Vietnam and was horribly wounded; losing his legs, part of his torso and several fingers. His autobiography deals with his struggle to overcome the devastation of his wounds, his alcoholism and his fight to make a memorial for Vietnam Veterans a reality. Intense and engrossing. A powerful account of American society's relationship to its Vietnam Veterans and the cost of war.
I had the pleasure of meeting Lew Puller, Jr. in 1987; an inspiration to all Marines at the time. I was in college when I read his book not long before he took his own life. Tragic in that he was given medicine that re-ignited his medicinal addiction to morphene but his story and family live on. Lew is every bit a hero to me as is his well known Father and General Lew "Chesty" Puller.
Read the story, and take your time with the book. The detail is superb, the life an amazing one.
A harrowing account, and ultimately a personal tragedy. Lewis fought his catastrophic injuries as best he could, but in 1994, after enduring so much, and now the loss of his his faithful and long suffering wife and two children to divorce - he finally gave up and killed himself. This is not in the book, but it can be subsumed as a measure of the price of Lt. Puller's Vietnam service.
A great narrative of what it was like to return to an ungrateful nation after the Vietnam War from a vet who had to deal with devastating physical and emotional injuries. So many parallels for those serving in our current wars, but it also made me appreciate how far our country has come since then. Especially poignant given the post-script in the author's life.
A true story of a former highly-decorated general's son who went off to Vietnam only to come home in a wheelchair. Most of the story is about his life back in the US, dealing with the depression of being paralyzed, his family, drug addiction...all as a result of the war.
Inspirational book. Toddy Puller (his wife) still serves as my state senator having survived a difficult marriage, a devastating stroke, and raising two strong children on her own. Read this book if you need more courage. Together, they have enough for all of us.
I read this book for a college class and was really affected by it at the time. It's an amazing story of a regular guy dealing with the extreme trauma and readjustment to the US after fighting (and nearly dying) in the Vietnam War.
A little-known but excellent Vietnam book about the grotesquely wounded son of a famous WWII Marine. A tip: skip the preface, as I inadvertently did, then read it after you finish the book. Packs and bigger punch.
It's amazing that such good books like this receive very few ratings. While Dead Wake and Boys in the Boat receive thousands.
This is a true American classic in the memoir genre.
I read this book while in the Marine Corps. I had the pleasure of meeting the author (in Quantico, Virginia) shortly before he took his life. An excellent book. Rest in peace, Marine.
Lewis Burwell Puller Jr. was the son of General Lewis "Chesty" Puller, the most decorated Marine in the history of the Marine Corps. He followed in his father's footsteps and became a Marine officer. Upon graduation from the College of William and Mary in 1967, Puller was shipped to Vietnam, where he was badly wounded by a landmine on October 11, 1968, losing both legs and most use of his hands in
Lewis Burwell Puller Jr. was the son of General Lewis "Chesty" Puller, the most decorated Marine in the history of the Marine Corps. He followed in his father's footsteps and became a Marine officer. Upon graduation from the College of William and Mary in 1967, Puller was shipped to Vietnam, where he was badly wounded by a landmine on October 11, 1968, losing both legs and most use of his hands in the explosion. The mine riddled his body with shrapnel, and he lingered near death for days with his weight dropping to 55 pounds, but Puller survived. Those who knew him say that it was primarily because of his iron will and his stubborn refusal to die. Because of his wounds, Puller was medically discharged from the Marine Corps. During his short active-duty military career, Puller earned the Silver Star, two Purple Hearts, the Navy Commendation Medal and the Vietnam Cross of Gallantry.
For years after he returned to a reasonably sound physical condition, the emotional ground underneath him remained shaky, though he got a law degree,had two children with the woman he had married before going to VietNam, and raised a family. He even mounted an unsuccessful campaign for Congress in 1978, representing eastern Virginia. Throughout the years, he battled black periods of despondency and drank heavily until 1981, when he underwent treatment for alcoholism. Despite a return to normality, Puller continued to suffer from severe depression and occasional bouts of alcoholism.
In 1991, Puller told the story of his horrible ordeal and its agonizing aftermath in an inspiring book titled Fortunate Son, an account that ended with Puller triumphing over his physical disabilities, and becoming emotionally at peace with himself. It won the Pulitzer Prize. This autobiography also became the basis for the later song "Fortunate Son" by Bruce Hornsby. Booknotes.org carries an archive which can be accessed to view online the may 1991 hour-long interview of brian lamb with mr. puller.
According to friends and associates, Puller spent the last months of his life in turmoil. In the days leading up to his death, Puller fought a losing battle with the alcoholism that he had kept at bay for 13 years, and struggled with a more recent addiction, to painkillers initially prescribed to dull continuing pain from his wounds.
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