When I Was a Young Man: A Memoir by J. Robert Kerrey. (2002). 261 pp.
This is a short, autobiographical work by former Democratic Nebraska Governor and Senator Bob Kerrey. He describes his happy childhood in Nebraska, how he joined the U.S. Navy and became a Navy SEAL, and his various training. Kerrey was sent of to Vietnam where he took part in several actions and was ultimately wounded seriously.
The portions where he describes his convalescence after the amputation of part of one leg, including how it impacted how people saw him, has lessons for us today as we face so many wounded Iraq vets. Incidentally, Kerrey was awarded the Medal of Honor for his heroism in Vietnam.
The book lacks direction and purpose, however. Perhaps that is because, as he explains in the preface, he set out to write a different book: one about his father and uncle, the later of whom was killed in the Philippines in WWII. There are some anti-war sentiments throughout the book, but they are never really developed or made explicit, Kerrey doesn’t truly make them his own. Anyway, from the preface he sort of sets things up this way:
In the first half of my life, history was one of two things: sterile and meaningless information to be memorized for school tests of myths told to generate good feelings and memories. The patriotic and heroic stories I heard in my youth caused me to believe that my nation was never wrong and that my leaders would never lie to me. When the sand of this foundation blew away, I lost my patriotism. In the second half of my life, I rebuilt this foundation on something sturdier: the observation that Americans at their best can be unimaginably generous and willing to put their lives on the line for the freedom and well-being of others.
There are some amusing points in the book, such as the club he was in that was to be called “the Angels” but ended up being “the Angles” because “we let our poorest speller write our name on the door” and then the account of what they saw from the tree house (p. 58). Other material of interest to me were Kerrey’s comments on his religious upbringing and the evolution of his beliefs, his comments on racism, and the account of the serviceman who died in training.
This book is very light reading; I finished it’s 261 pages in about 5 hours despite a few distractions. While not a bad book, I don’t particularly recommend it; time reading it won’t be wasted, but it would probably be better invested elsewhere unless you’re completely ignorant about the Vietnam war.