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Westy's Regrets - Last Interview with Gen. William Westmoreland

By Charles Newcomb 
Originally published by Vietnam magazine. Published Online: February 14, 2009 
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McNamara tended to make decisions based on numbers, not on other factors that should have been considered. It's no secret I didn't care much for the man.

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My brief respite in Hong Kong seemed to have gone by in a heartbeat, as the personnel transport truck's tires squished over the muddy road past Vietnamese vendors squatting in their shanties. The only redeeming part of the gloomy ride from the Da Nang airbase to the transient barracks at Camp Tien Sha was the fact that it had stopped raining an hour or so earlier. I tucked my nose into my T-shirt, hoping an aromatic reminder of the civilized world I had left just hours earlier would prevail over the foul smell of nuc mam, a popular fermented fish sauce, together with the stench of human waste, all billowing into the open, oversized horse trailer in which we rode. "You see Westmoreland back at the airport?" the Marine sitting next to me inquired. I rubbed at the itching, still-healing wound on my neck—a subtle reminder of the Battle of Hue. Sure, I'd seen him…and his entourage of photographers and suck-ups headed toward the ramp of a C-130 on the tarmac where our somber group of R&R returnees disembarked from the chartered Continental Airlines jet.

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My thoughts took me back to the world I'd left earlier that morning, a world where four-star generals and their entourages meant nothing to anyone, not even to a 19-year-old E-3 lowlife like me. "Starched jungle greens," I said to the Marine who asked if I had seen Westmoreland. "They were all wearing starched jungle greens and had polished boots. Where do you suppose they got their jungle greens starched?"

The converted Navy landing craft on which I made the final leg of the trip up the Cua Viet River to Dong Ha snaked around yet another curve, past yet another village. As it did so, the all-too-familiar chilling rain and the stink of nuc mam returned. My nose went back under my T-shirt—now covered by a flack jacket—and my thoughts about four-star generals and their suck-ups faded with the welcome taste of hot chocolate a crewman gave me. All I wanted to do, all I could think of, all I cared about in the world was getting back to the World—where no one was envious of those who had starched jungle greens and polished jungle boots.

It's interesting how life assigns us our paths: Almost 30 years to the day later, in early April of 1997, American Legion magazine gave me an assignment to interview General William Westmoreland—an interview that turned out to be the last one he gave any media—and I found myself in the atrium of the long-since-retired general's home in Charleston, S.C. Sitting across from me and still poised with a stiff, military demeanor like none I have ever seen before or since, was a man who had begun his career pulling cannons with horses and mules, and ended it advising the president of the United States on such matters as space weapons and nuclear proliferation.

Gen. William C. Westmoreland in his later years
Gen. William C. Westmoreland in his later years
The general took me upstairs to his den, where he let me hold the sword General John J. "Blackjack" Pershing had presented him as Cadet First Captain of West Point in 1932. He took me to lunch at the Charleston Yacht Club, and then for a long walk along the historic Charleston waterfront. When the interview concluded back in his home, I asked him some questions about things I wanted to know personally, as a former member of his command, not as a journalist. Questions such as why the Vietnamese black market always had a full supply of the jungle boots we sometimes found hard to get through normal supply channels. Westmoreland leaned back a bit, unconsciously leaving me briefly in contemplation as his thumb tapped the arm of the chair.

"I wish I had known about that," the old general confessed to me. Then, sensing an opportunity to speak of frustrations he had never before been given the opportunity to express, "Westy" went on to confess some of his other regrets—much like a father would confess to a son whom he had made some mistakes in raising. For instance, he told me he was unabashedly proud of his reputation as a professional soldier who obeyed even the orders with which he did not agree, a soldier who was raised to cherish 'honor and duty" and who clung to those concepts his entire career. But, he sighed, he wished he had been more assertive on some issues with his old friend, Lyndon Johnson—especially on policies such as going into Cambodia to cut off enemy supply routes. "I always thought he put too much stock in the advice he got from McNamara," he huffed. "McNamara tended to make decisions based on numbers, not on other factors that should have been considered. It's no secret I didn't care much for the man."

With some reticence he told me he regretted letting the day-to-day running of the war keep him from being as forceful about putting his troops first as he always had been before. He also said he regretted that his own family life had suffered so much because of the ominous burden his career had placed on it. And he told me he regretted the "brouhaha" he had with Mike Wallace and CBS some years earlier in which he had been accused of inflating body counts on enemy killed—a brouhaha that resulted in a lawsuit he won handily.

Even more, Westmoreland said after an emotional pause and some more thumb tapping on the chair, he regretted the sudden realization that some of his former troops thought of him as a distant, starched-greens, photo-op general striding up the ramp of a C-130—a general who didn't know his troops were having to forcibly take their jungle boots away from the Vietnamese black-marketeers. "I wish I had known about that," he sighed. "Things would have been different."


4 Responses to “Westy's Regrets - Last Interview with Gen. William Westmoreland”


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    JOHN C. BRUNGER, M.S. Ed. IT says:

    The interviewer says, he had "Questions such as why the Vietnamese black market always had a full supply of the jungle boots we sometimes found hard to get through normal supply channels." Too bad Westy did not know. I literaly cried when I read the article. It is hard enough to live the war over and over. When I got to the Republic of Vietnam in May of 1968, I was given a size 11 boot. I wear a size 10. The supply Sgt. said that I would take those boots and wear em – period. I also have flat feet. Can you believe it and I was still drafted. Thank "God" I flew in helicopters and did not have to walk much. I still have those boots today.

    I landed in the Republic of Vietnam during the 2nd Battle of Saigon. We were delayed in landing and stayed at Travis, Oakland, Hawaii, Wake, and Guam. I was blown from my bunk and my friend was wounded during our first night in country.

    Disabled 70% Republic of Vietnam Combat Veteran, 1968-1969

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    Michael Copper says:

    The first day at my unit in Qui Nhon I asked my platoon sergeant about a mosquito net and of course he told me to go to supply. The nasty supply sergeant did not have any mosquito nets. He told me to find someone about to go home and buy the net off them. I later learned that I could go to town and buy a net on the black market. Lucky for me my boots fit.
    Mike Copper, PhD. RVN 67 – 70

  3. 3
    Jack Swallows says:

    I landed with the 9th Marines at DaNang July 7, 1965. We were short of just about everything except ammunition and C-rations. Many of the troops were soon holding their boots together with comm wire. The Air Force guys at the DaNang airfield had jungle boots and uniforms long before we did.

    General Westmoreland landed in our position by hlicopter and gave us a little pep talk–I still rememer how clean and well taylored he looked.

  4. 4
    don haines says:

    I met William Westmoreland, strangely enough at a service station on I81 in virginia in January of 2002. I was impressed that he asked about my military experience as an enlisted man before he even revealed who he was. He was very sharp mentally, a distinguished looking man who stood ramrod straight. He was somewhere in his 80's at the time. We talked for several minutes and before we left we thanked him for his service to our country and I could tell he really appreciated that. It was a day me and my wife will never forget.
    Don Haines



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