Forget all the myths about honor and glory...this is the real war.

A savage, unforgiving look at a savage, unforgivable time.
--Los Angeles Times

It's not easy nowadays to shock the reader;
Hasford does it repeatedly.
An unnerving achievement.  The best work of fiction about the Viet Nam War.

 Fine and real and terrifying.

--Chicago Tribune Book World

--Atlantic Monthly

--Philadelphia Inquirer

Read it if you dare.
--Jersey Journal

Gunnery Sergeant Gerheim laughs.  The senior drill instructor is an obscene little ogre in immaculate khaki.  He aims his index finger between my eyes and says, "You. Yeah--you. Private Joker.  I like you.  You can come over to my house and fuck my sister."  He grins.  Then his face goes hard.  "You little scumbag.  I got your name.  I got your ass.  You will not laugh.  You will not cry.  You will learn by the numbers.  I will teach you."

Leonard Pratt grins.

Outside, I point to a wasted NVA hanging in the wire.  "War is serious business, son, and this is our gross national product."  I kick the corpse, triggering panic in the maggots in the hollow eye sockets and in the grinning mouth and in each of the bullet holes in his chest.

Leonard chuckles.

"Ten percent of you will not survive.  Ten percent of you maggots are going to go AWOL or will try to take your own life or will break your backs on the Confidence Course or will just go plain fucking crazy.  There it is.  My orders are to weed out all nonhackers who do not pack the gear to serve in my beloved Corps.  You will be grunts. Grunts get no slack.  My recruits learn to survive without slack.  Because I am hard, you will not like me.  But the more you hate me, the more you will learn.  Am I correct, herd?"

Sergeant Gerheim orders Leonard and the recruit squad leaders into the head.  In the head, Sergeant Gerheim orders us to piss into a toilet bowl.  "LOCK THEM HEELS!  YOU ARE AT ATTENTION!  READDDDDY...WHIZZZZ..."  We whiz.  Sergeant Gerheim grabs the back of Leonard's neck and forces Leonard to his knees, pushes his head down into the yellow pool.  Leonard struggles. Bubbles.  Panic gives Leonard strength; Sergeant Gerheim holds him down.  After we're sure that Leonard has drowned, Sergeant Gerheim flushes the toilet.

The Snipers zero in on us.  Each shot becomes a word spoken by death.  Death is talking to us.  Death wants to tell us a funny secret.  We may not like death but death likes us.  Victor Charlie is hard but he never lies.  Guns tell the truth.  Guns never say, "I'm only kidding."  War is ugly because the truth can be ugly and war is very sincere.

Sergeant Gerheim's beefy red face floats by like a cobra being charmed by music.  His eyes drill into mine; they invite me to look at him; they dare me to move my eyes one fraction of an inch.  "Have you seen the light?  The white light?  The great light?  The guiding light--do you have the vision?"

"We can kill you. You know that."  Leonard caresses his rifle.  "Don't you know that Charlene and I can kill you all?"  Leonard aims his rifle at my face.

I take a step into Animal Mother's path.  Animal Mother raises his weapon.  He holds the M-60 waist high.  His eyes are red.  He growls deep in his throat.  "This ain't no Hollywood movie, Joker.  Stand down or I will cut you in half..."  I look into Animal Mother's eyes.  I look into the eyes of a killer.  He means it.  I know that he means it.  I turn my back on him.

    "I meant to read only a few pages, but I could see immediately, in one paragraph, that this was impossible.  When I finished the opening section, I felt as though I'd read a whole novel, and it was twenty-eight pages long.  I knew I was reading an amazing writer.  He was telling a truth about the war that was so secret, so hidden, that I could barely stand it.  It was a masterpiece that absolutely anybody could pick up and read in a couple of hours and never forget."

--Michael Herr

    "Man, that fucking bombshell you laid on the public tells it like it is, was and always will be as long as there's a Green Machine waiting to ingest American kids and spit out combat Marines...It's an incredible piece of writing and a tribute to all of us who fiddle-fucked our way through the war as combat correspondents."

--Dale Dye

    "Nothing I've read that tried to convey the monstrousness of that grave-maker known as the war in Viet Nam even remotely approaches the eloquence of The Short-Timers.  It is one of the most amazing stretches of writing I've ever encountered.  Like Paths of Glory, Company K and The Red Badge of Courage, it is an unsparing, clenched-teeth, last will and testament that names us all as heirs to the madness of war.  Gustav Hasford has written a fine, fine book:  honest and painful and terribly important."

--Harlan Ellison

 "A unique, absolutely wonderful book."
--Stanley Kubrick

Gustav Hasford was working on the earliest drafts of "Shorty" while still in Vietnam, naming many of the characters after his fellow combat correspondents.  The novel went through perhaps as many as 25 different drafts, at one point going back to the Civil War (when it was titled The Tattooed Chicken) and at another point going forward to the post-Vietnam War period.  Even the later drafts were far more surreal than the finished product, complete with werewovles and vampires.  In all, The Short-Timers took seven years to write and another three years to sell.  The first hardcover edition was published in 1979 by Harper and Row, with the first Bantam paperback edition coming in 1980.  Gus Hasford's first novel received great critical acclaim, but not commercial success.  Within a few years, it was already out of print.  However, it was reprinted in 1987 to coincide with the release of the film version.  Bantam wanted to publish the book under the title Full Metal Jacket, but Gus refused.  Currently, The Short-Timers is once again out of print.  The most recent edition was an Italian paperback of a few years ago.  Other foreign editions include Japanese, German, Spanish, Dutch, French, and Portuguese.  Can't find any of those, don't worry, because you can download the entire text right here!
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