Most authentic view of war from the ground. If Bob Mason's Chickenhawk was the best book about Vietnam from a chopper pilot's seat, then Fred Downs' memoir is one of the best from the grunts' point of view. Downs' story starts quietly and build slowly, in his dry, almost laconic style, to an abrupt and horrifying conclusion. The sheer awfulness and horror of life in the jungle, humpin' the boonies, and taking nameless ridges in fierce firefights at such awful costs (and then giving them back to the enemy) becomes slowly evident in Fred Downs' matter-of-fact descriptions. One scene in particular sticks in my mind - how Downs and his men dig up a fresh grave looking for a possible weapons cache. They find nothing but a rotting corpse, so simply throw the shovels at a couple of wailing Vietnamese women to finish the job of re-burying the body. On the way out of the graveyard, they pull some onions to "spice up their C rations." Downs says he thought briefly about how hardened he had become, but the thought left him quickly. Wounded only slightly three times, earning three purple hearts, Downs begins to think he's got a charmed life. But the fourth ribbon is not so easily earned, as, not quite halfway through his tour, Downs triggers a bouncing betty land mine and this time loses an arm and is horrifically wounded. His war is suddenly over, and ends this, his first Vietnam story. Perhaps almost as moving as the original story is the new Afterword Downs penned for the 2006 edition of The Killing Zone (originally published in 1978). His stories of the fates of his men and comrades - of lives tragically cut short or forever changed by crippling and disfiguring wounds - are enough to make you weep. I am not surprised that this book has stayed in print continuously for nearly 30 years and is now on the reading list at West Point. It needs to be read. There are lessons to be learned in its pages. ( )