Most people know and understand what war does to countries- changing boundaries, toppling governments, destroying infrastructure, wasting the land, bankrupting economies. Revanants speaks to the human cost for communities, families, and individuals-driving families apart, killing dreams, interrupting plans, wounding bodies and emotions, and destroying hope. On a global scale, war may be justified but in Revenants it is futile, wreaking havoc on these people’s lives.
REVENANTS-The Odyssey Home
By Scott Kauffman
Published by Moonshine Cove Publishing, LLC, 2015
When I started this book I didn’t know what revenant means; the author waits until chapter 33 to tell us.
“A revenant can be someone long forgotten and now remembered,or someone returning after a long absence; it can also mean a ghost.”
Note: the photos in this post are from my private collection and are not affiliated with the author or the book
The ghost in this case is a nameless disabled World War I veteran who never came home to his family. The main character, a 15 year old girl Betsy, sets out to learn his name, and thus to get him home before he becomes a literal ghost.
World War I happened in Europe from 1914 to 1918 although the United States didn’t enter until 1917. This story is set in 1973, a time when there were still many living WWI veterans who were by then in their 70’s and 80’s. In 1973 the United States was embroiled in another war, the Vietnam war.
My husband served in the Army in Vietnam and we have studied that war extensively, so we were surprised to learn the character Nathan, Betsy’s older brother, is based on a real person, who was the uncle of Mr. Kaufman’s late wife.
Captain Richard M Rees was killed in action and awarded the Distinguished Service Cross on December 15, 1973 while performing duties as a member of a Joint Casualty Resolution Center (JCRC) team in South Vietnam, as agreed to at the Paris Peace Talks. The unarmed team came under attack in an area near Saigon while searching for the remains of an Army crewman who was presumed to have died when his helicopter was shot down in a rice paddy nearby. The site was thought to be secure and authorized, but later the Vietcong denied having been notified of the team’s activities.
a rice paddy in Vietnam
Three days after the American delegate to the Paris peace talks threw Nathan’s blood-stained jacket across the negotiation table and the day after the honor guard lowered his casket into the frozen earth at the cemetery, his Christmas box came. The doorbell rang and I ran stocking-footed downstairs where Mom slumped against the front door crumpled faced and still dressed in her flannel nightgown, the night’s snow wisping over her pale legs, Nathan’s box on the porch behind the postman who knelt beside her.
Betsy, in the book
After Nathan is killed in action in Vietnam, Betsy, her younger brother, and their heartbroken parents cope with his loss in differing ways. Betsy’s grief leads her to become a candy striper volunteer at a local VA (Veterans Administration) hospital, where her life intersects with an elderly wounded veteran in a complex and compelling way.
My husband Raymond, upper left, served at LZ Cindy (landing zone), near the village of TraBong
Into this mystery, Scott Kaufman inserts a menagerie of other characters- a head nurse with a secret, an assortment of wounded veterans, a pot dealing hospital orderly, and a conniving politician with a longsuffering wife. He weaves a complex story through which their lives intersect. And often collide.
Most people know and understand what war does to countries- changing boundaries, toppling governments, destroying infrastructure, wasting the land, bankrupting economies. Revanants speaks to the human cost for communities, families, and individuals-driving families apart, killing dreams, interrupting plans, wounding bodies and emotions, and destroying hope. On a global scale, war may be justified but in Revenants it is futile, wreaking havoc on these people’s lives.
Vietnam Veterans Memorial Wall replica
The narrative reads as if it had been written in the 1970s with the vernacular and historical references of that era (which I can attest to since I lived it). The author bluntly expresses his disdain for wars and the governments that wage them. This may offend some readers, as may the way he portrays and refers to ethnic characters, especially the lone Black character (referred to as a Negro, as would have been the acceptable word in 1973). While this sounds offensive to 21st century ears, it helps create the setting for the events and enhance the impact of the book’s message.
So with that caveat, I recommend this book to anyone wanting to learn about and understand that difficult era in our history, through which many of us spent our youth. The WWI veterans are all long deceased and the Vietnam vets are now in their 70s. We can only hope they will eventually find the respect and peace that the “Great War” veterans were denied.
Scott Kauffman is an attorney in Irvine, California where he focuses practice on white collar crime and tax litigation with his clients providing him endless story fodder. He wrote a legal suspense novel IN DEEPEST CONSEQUENCES and just this year released SAVING THOMAS. He graduated from Ohio University in Athens, Ohio and was in the upper ten percent of his class at Lewis and Clark Law School in Portland, Oregon .
As a NetGalley reviewer, I received a digital copy of this book and agreed to write a review.
exploring the HEART of remembrance
Thanks for reading my review of this book and for remembering and appreciating the sacrifices of real veterans and their families. If you’ve never visited a military memorial or museum, I encourage you to do so. Whereever you live, there is likely one near by. I took the cover photo on this post, it is a replica of the Vietnam Veterans memorial statue in Washington, DC.
This post shares a personal journey of unexpected love, marriage, and struggles stemming from unrecognized PTSD. It delves into the transformative power of reconciliation and healing trips to Vietnam, ultimately bringing hope and joy. Through various life-changing encounters, the couple’s story exemplifies the impact of powerful, unforeseen words and encounters.
updated July 10, 2024
I’ve shared this post several times, and every time I’ve heard from someone, usually unexpected, who tells me the story speaks to them similarly. I didn’t know their story before, but learning we share a similar bond brought new meaning to our relationship.
We may not know your story, but if yours is similar, we understand, care, and hope our story inspires you and helps you find “your missing peace”.
Here we are on a cruise.
Two Words That Changed My Life
In college, I participated in Chi Alpha, a faith-based student group. When I started dating a young man of a different faith, he enjoyed coming to the gatherings with me and my friends liked him. We were fond of each other, but his feelings grew stronger and more serious than mine.
To be fair, I ended the relationship. We parted amicably but he left our group; it was awkward for both of us. Although the breakup was the best of us both, I grieved the loss of our friendship.
One evening several of us were talking when a new member joined us. We knew little about him other than he had recently left the Army and started attending the university.
He looked at me and said, “Where is John tonight?” (not his real name) No one spoke as everyone looked from me to him and back to me. Apparently, he was the only one who didn’t know we had broken up.
Finally, one of the girls softly explained, “They aren’t dating anymore.”
Everyone remained silent, I suppose assuming I was upset. I wasn’t upset but I realized everyone else was uncomfortable. I didn’t want our new friend to feel bad about the mistake, so I tried to make light of it. I blurted out the first thing that popped into my head.
“That’s right,” I said smiling. “I’m available.”
With that, everyone, including me, laughed. Thinking back now, I wonder why I said that. It was out of character for me, a confirmed introvert, and besides, I did not need or want another romantic relationship. I was planning to attend medical school, and romance did not fit into that plan.
However, the young man took me seriously, calling me a few days later to ask for a date. And despite my reluctance to become involved, I said yes.
“What harm could it do?” I thought. “Why sit in the dorm alone on Friday night?”
Two more words
That night I learned about Raymond’s past. He had served for three years in the Army. He had already earned a bachelor’s degree and was working on a master’s degree with his veteran’s benefits. I casually asked if he had been stationed overseas. He said yes- he had served in Germany and in Vietnam. I did not realize those words also would change my life.
various scenes from the firebase where Raymond was stationed in VietNam; I understood nothing about what happened there.
This was 1972 and the American war in Vietnam was raging. The United States government needed soldiers to carry out the engagement and was drafting them, which they and their families dreaded. The war was unpopular and divided our country. We watched the course of the conflict nightly on television news (no Internet or social media then).
Raymond was the first person I knew personally who had served in Vietnam. Service members and veterans of that war were portrayed in the media as fighting an unnecessary, unjustified war at best and as baby killers at worst.
Today military service members and veterans are honored and considered heroes. Today’s veterans feel proud of what they do; far too often those who served in Vietnam did not.
The reading room of the library looks the same as it did 40 years ago.
Over dates at football games, church, social events, and study times our feelings for each other grew from friendship to love. He asked me to marry him a few weeks later. We married about 2 years later, as he completed his master’s degree.
Soon after our wedding I started medical school, graduated, and joined a medical practice. He pursued a career in the Information Technology industry. We raised two sons, traveled, and attended church.
Expectation-“happily ever after”
But our “happily ever after” did not match reality.
Our marriage was often tense, unsatisfying, and distant and we did not understand why. We could not communicate well. He felt I was demanding and controlling. I felt he was insensitive and selfish.
We had to look to the past to find the reason for the pain in our present.
one of many family ski trips
Words that changed our lives- post-traumatic stress disorder
Military medicine now recognizes post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) as a common result of service in combat; 40 years ago it was unrecognized and untreated. There were no support groups, counseling or rehabilitative services available.
My husband didn’t talk about his military service, so for years we both suffered the effects of unrecognized PTSD. By the mid-1980s veterans’ groups pushed to recognize and honor Vietnam veterans’ service and encouraged discussion about the psychic trauma many of them dealt with; and with that came opportunities for treatment and healing.
We always visit the traveling Vietnam Veteran Memorial Wall when it comes to our area.
Words that changed Raymond’s life
Through counseling and a support group, my husband faced the past and started to move forward. After reading a book, A Missing Peace, written by another Vietnam veteran, he considered taking a trip back to Vietnam and after much thought and prayer, signed up, although we were both apprehensive.
He chose to travel with Vets with a Mission, VWAM, a faith-based non-profit organization whose mission was “reconciliation” between former enemies in the Vietnam War, and also within the veterans themselves. (VWAM is now inactive. A partner organization, Medical Outreach of America, does similar work in Vietnam. )
Raymond began moving past the painful memories and creating a new history by touring the country and meeting Vietnamese people in peacetime. He found a country still suffering from the aftereffects of many years of war, and found a new purpose for his life- to help the country that had caused us so much pain.
Raymond making friends and having fun with some Vietnamese boys
That trip led to another – thirteen trips serving on volunteer teams to Vietnam with VWAM. He served by teaching computer technology he spent years learning and mentoring Vietnamese professionals as they developed skills like his.
I accompanied him on many of these trips, serving as a physician on medical teams, and treating poor Vietnamese citizens in free clinics. We made friends with other veterans and their families, and with Vietnamese people, who often respected American Vietnam veterans more than Americans do.
Raymond found “reconciliation” for himself and we experienced it in our marriage. It was a process and still is.
All this is from God, who reconciled us to Himself through Christ and gave us the ministry of reconciliation.”
1 Corinthians 5:18, motto of VWAM
visiting an old war bunker on China Beach
More words that changed my life
As a pre-teen, I read a book about an American doctor who treated poor people in a foreign country. This and other books sparked my interest in health care and I decided to become a doctor. I dreamed of someday traveling overseas and treating people like he and other doctors did.
I didn’t remember anything about him except his name. I did an Internet search and found his story- Dr. Tom Dooley. Now deceased, he had served as a physician in the United States Navy and in the 1950s was assigned to direct the care of refugees- in Vietnam. (After his military service, he founded a humanitarian organization and tragically died young of melanoma.)
When I watched the war in Vietnam on TV news, I didn’t realize the doctor I had read about had worked there. I never imagined that I would ever go there.
And I never imagined that war would help me meet my husband, and create a family that brings me joy every day.
When I said, “I’m available” I had no idea how true that would be.
And I never expected us to do a ballroom dance routine for an audience!
Words that changed Raymond’s life
Raymond researched and wrote about a little-known battle of the Vietnam War. His is an eyewitness account of the events and aftermath of the Battle for TraBong Vietnam.
Fire Support Base (FSB)/Landing Zone (LZ) Cindy was established in 1968 by being relocated from Tam Ky, Vietnam. By 1970, the FSB was considered a “model” for other FSBs in South Vietnam.
The base operated on the high ground of the Happy Valley with an Observation Post (OP) Searchlight (SLT) unit that provided illumination at night for the entire valley. Next to the FSB was an Armed Forces Vietnam (ARVN) unit of 100 men. Besides the helicopter landing zone, we had the shortest airstrip in Vietnam managed by a Military Air Command Vietnam (MACV) unit. The Tra Bong village was between MACV and FSB/LZ Cindy.
The firebase had tremendous firepower with automatic weapons, 50-caliber and 60-caliber machine guns to include a Quad 50, Dusters, 8 inch and 175 howitzers, mortars, grenades, claymores, flares, etc. In the year 1970, FSB Cindy had zero Wounded in Action (WIA) or Killed in Action (KIA) men by enemy forces. Also, the North Vietnamese (NVA) did not penetrate our perimeter because our unit operated as a team.
A Battery remained at FSB/LZ Cindy (BS342882) providing general support to both US and ARVN units. On 16 September 1971, A Battery was moved to Chu Lai to begin stand-down activities.
During Christmas of 1971, the ARVN camp was overrun by NVA/VC and wiped out.
The firebase did have a major battle in September 1970. That battle and how it impacted the war in general and one soldier’s life specifically is the subject of this book.
We who served on LZ Cindy in 1969 and after when the unit left in 1971 did a job that had to be done to save more lives than were taken by the enemy. All of us were there because we were asked or drafted to serve this country and help the people of Vietnam survive.
Those of us who did the job on LZ Cindy did the best we could to survive and help those who served with us. It is unfortunate that some of those did not survive, but in war people die, and there is nothing we can do about it.
“The gripping account of the author’s experiences with “a war without closure” as a Marine aviator and as head of a relief agency ministering in that country. Through his own search for personal and national reconciliation, he shows us the only way to find real closure and genuine healing.” AMAZON
sharing the HEART of marriage
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