Don't overlook Captain Hollister -- he's a nice guy in a nice book with a nice idea -- U.S. Army Reserve and ex-professor of Greek who signs on again and goes to Vietnam to do something more about that war than just protesting or petitioning. Before very long he's the official comforter writing letters to bereaved families, warming the cold facts even if there can be ""no heroes in lousy wars,""--maybe it's the equivalent of ""handing out Necco wafers in the PX"" but at least he manages to summon up something compensating -- validating. Even if a former Silver Star winner has a stash of grass and hundred dollar bills in his residual effects. Even if it was altogether undeserved. And before you're through with Captain Hollister, and the Army's through with him, he manages to organize his unit, clean up Saigon, collect lots of scag (""our shit against their shit"") and try to convert it into another ultimate weapon. The publishers compare it to Catch-22 -- actually it's in the spirit of M*A*S*H and matches its funnyseriousness and rogue enterprise.