Loon: A Marine Story will be published May 19.
Following are excerpts from the Random House Press kit.
A perceptive memoir of the Vietnam war that is unique for the author’s background: McLean joined the Marine Corps after graduating from Phillips Academy, where George W. Bush was a schoolmate. Making excellent use of more than a hundred letters he wrote home from the war zone from November 1967 to July 1968, McLean reconstructs his time in the Marines with a sharp eye for detail and a very readable—at times almost poetic—prose.
—Publishers Weekly
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Dear Editor/Producer:
- Why the battle at Landing Zone Loon—which took place on June 6, 1968—has been in the news recently, and why it has made such a lasting impression
- What recruit training at Parris Island is like—and how it transformed him into a Marine
- What he knew about Vietnam before he entered the military—and what he found when he got there
- His experiences as the first Vietnam veteran to attend Harvard
- His advice for young people considering a career in the miltary today, with the prospect of serving in Iraq and/or Afghanistan.
Publicity Contact: Lisa Barnes
“The battle at Loon erupts suddenly and sucks you in. Like Jack McLean, you ask: what am I doing here? The answer is: you joined the Marines and now it’s time to fight for your life. A gripping story of violence and dedication to survival.”
—Bing West, author of The Strongest Tribe
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LOON: A Marine Story (A Presidio Press Hardcover; May 19, 2009) is a lyrical memoir of a prep school boy who creates his own path to higher learning: enlisting in the U.S. Marine Corps, fighting in Vietnam, and then studying at Harvard.
Raised in suburban New Jersey, Mack McLean attended the prestigious Phillips Academy in Andover, Massachusetts, with George W. Bush. After graduation, eager for change, he enlisted in the United States Marine Corps. At the time, Vietnam was a country and not a war.
In LOON, McLean takes readers from Andover’s privileged campus, to the infamous Marine Corps boot camp at Parris Island, to the battle at Landing Zone Loon in the rugged hills along Vietnam’s Laotian border. During that period, Jack transformed from a sheltered boy into a Marine, and ultimately into one of a handful of survivors of a horrific three-day assault during some of the heaviest fighting in the Vietnam War.
Richly textured and full of action-packed battle scenes, LOON is a piercingly honest and beautifully written story of an infantry Marine and his comrades as they face the challenges of boot camp, stateside service and, ultimately, war. It neither glorifies nor mystifies. It simply tells a compelling story about courage, honor, sacrifice—one that will resonate not only with those who have military experience, but also with anyone intrigued by this pivotal moment in American history.
About the Author
JACK MCLEAN was raised in Summit, New Jersey, where he lived until admittance to Phillips Academy. Upon graduation, McLean enlisted in the Marine Corps. In the fall of 1968, McLean returned to Massachusetts to enter Harvard University. He has had a thirty-five-year career as a marketing executive in New York, Boston, and Washington, D.C. The father of three grown daughters, McLean currently lives in Fort Lee, New Jersey.
A Talk With Jack McLean
Author of Loon
Your memoir takes its title from the battle at Landing Zone Loon, which took place on June 6, 1968. That battle has been in the news recently. Why?
During the battle, a helicopter crashed while evacuating part of our battalion. Several on board survived, but most were killed in the ensuing fireball. Last year, due in part to recent breakthroughs in technology and DNA identification techniques, the remains of the final four missing victims were recovered from the crash site. One was buried in Los Angeles last fall. The remains of the other three will be buried together at Arlington National Cemetery this May.
The decision evolved over several years. I began by transcribing my letters home and filling in some blanks as a legacy for my three daughters. Over time, as I began to reunite with my Vietnam brothers, their interest and encouragement led me to create a piece that would honor the lives of those who served.
I decided to enlist in the spring term of my senior year. It was 1966. There was a mandatory draft. I was not immediately interested in attending college; and the Marine Corps, unlike the other services, had a two-year program. Absent other plans, it seemed like an obvious choice. I felt that I would simply get the obligation out of the way and continue with my life.
The Marine Corps is very efficient at training recruits at Parris Island. They’ve been doing it successfully, with few modifications, for a long time. They focus exclusively on group discipline, Marine Corps education, marksmanship, and physical training. There is no margin for error in any of these disciplines.
I knew that Vietnam was just beginning to escalate when I enlisted, but felt that my chances of going would be slim. Were I to go, I naively thought that it would be in supply or some rear support capacity.
I had always planned to attend college after the Marines. Before I left for Vietnam, I had several interviews and decided to apply to Boston University. In response to the urging of several Andover teachers, I applied to Harvard as well. I had no expectation of being accepted.
Captain Bill Negron was a seasoned Marine veteran who had come up through the enlisted ranks. He took over our slack company three weeks before Loon and supported us well with training, equipment, and an incalculable moral boost. Loon was a mistake. We were sent into an area on which there was poor intelligence. We were isolated and overwhelmed by a vastly superior force. Bill Negron got many of us out alive.
Homecoming was surreal. A matter of weeks separated my return from Vietnam and freshman registration in the tempestuous fall of 1968. I switched my entire focus to academics and pushed all that was Vietnam as far as I could from my mind.
Freedom is a choice that doesn’t come without strings attached. My brother Don served in the Peace Corps after college. My cousin Mike was a freedom rider in Mississippi. It is important that we all serve in some capacity during our lifetimes. The military is but one of them.
2 comments:
Great stuff, John. "and the beat goes on..." Sonny & Cher. Yes?
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