War indelibly brands the minds of its participants and victims. Nothing exorcises war's psychological residue. In that very real sense, there are no survivors. That's the devastating premise set forth by Mike Sutton who spent three tours of duty as part of the relatively unknown Military Assistant Command/Vietnam. No Survivors follows three infantry advisors: Hunter Morgan, a 3-tour vet fighting a war his country is fighting against; Army Medic Henry Small Deer, a full-blooded Sioux, who'd rather fight than stitch; Jesse Edwards, a naïve recruit with a hidden dark side and Samantha Crawford, an Army nurse working in primitive operating rooms and rural hospital wards. A spy has been planted in the advisors' team house and, as a result, the enemy is waiting at every turn. Only luck, skill and combat experience allow the advisors to survive the most inhuman ground assaults and bloody ambushes. Following an unthinkable climax, and in a brilliant piece of writing, the primary characters come to the bitter, painful realization that sometimes the life you give for your country . . . is not your own.
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I grew up in East Texas, about halfway between Houston and Dallas. By the time I was 18, I found myself on the wrong side of the law in Chicago. A judge told me I could go to the Illinois State license plate factory. Or I could provide him with proof of my enlistment in any branch of America's Armed Forces. I left the courthouse, turned right found an Army Recruiting Station a few blocks away. In the 60s if you could fog up a mirror the Army would take you.
Not long afterward, in early 1964, I found myself in the Republic of South Vietnam (RVN) as a member of the Military Assistance Command - Vietnam (MACV) with approximately 18,000 other Americans. I spent the year mostly north of Saigon in Pleiku, Ban Me Thout and finally as part of the team supporting the Vietnamese Military Academy in Dalat.
After returning to "The World" I was assigned to Ft. Bragg, N.C. There I learned that the Army believed it was much easier to send successful "advisors" back to Vietnam than it was to make new ones with "success" being defined as "survival." I probably mislead the Army into thinking that was OK since I'd reenlisted for six more years and I'd skipped a "Vietnam Orientation," foolishly thinking that I'd learned more in a year than I could in an hour.
My second tour in the RVN went in the opposite direction. The Mekong Delta was my home that year, mostly in Bac Lieu Province assigned to the 21st ARVN (Army Republic of Vietnam). By 1966 the Vietnam build-up was in full swing with Marine and Army units operating in unit strength, mostly north of Saigon.
Once again I returned to Ft. Bragg and spent a year there before being sent to Italy in 1968. Italy was a whole lot more livable than MAC-V. Again, there was a "Vietnam Orientation" and since I hadn't cracked the code yet, I skipped it. In '69 . . . you guessed it, I received orders to return to MAC-V. Note to self . . .
During '69 and '70 I returned to the Mekong Delta, and Bac Lieu Province. This time I was assigned to Civil Operations and Revolutionary Development Support (CORDS) Team 20.
By then, the war was going through the "Vietnamization" stage, a euphemism for "pulling-out," which turned over more and more of the support and combat operations to indigenous personnel. However, MACV advisors continued to do what they had since becoming America's first ante in Vietnam: train the troops then accompany them on combat operations. Organized directly under general William C. Westmoreland, CORDS consisted of a civil-military structure designed to pacify their areas of operation by training the local populations into Regional and Popular Forces (RF/PF) military organizations and improving the government's responsiveness. The latter consisted of various CIA Rural Development organizations working to dig wells, build schools and provide remote medical assistance.
In 1970 I returned to Ft. Gordon, Ga. where I attended every Vietnam Orientation scheduled on the post. But alas, in early 1972 I received orders for . . . Yup! However, I had less than 90 days until my reenlistment was up and once I pointed out to a crusty old warrant officer at personnel that I had no intention to "re-up" the orders were cancelled.
In 1974 I finally learned that you can make more with your mind than you can with your back. I went to school, got a degree and was hired by IBM. It's a long way from the bib overalls of Carlisle, Texas to the three piece suits of IBM and even farther from the Mekong Delta to "The World." Life was great . . . and I was miserable.
The VA's Vietnam Vet Outreach program was my salvation. Not for what it did for me, but rather for what it told me to do for myself . . . write.
And I did, about all the things I couldn't talk about. That was the genesis of No Survivors, my Vietnam novel. It's based on real people and events during my three tours in Vietnam and is dedicated to the 58,260 names on The Wall, their families and all veterans.
Now, High Order is available -- my second novel based on actual Baltimore Bomb Squad cases.
I wish you well! Mike Sutton
