I once considered The Things They Carried by Tim O’Brien as the quintessential book about war for people of my generation (1960s). I had been raised on the glorious stories of World War II and was stunned to learn that no war is really glorious no matter its lofty goals or heroic feats. O’Brien’s heartrending account of men dying in the muck and mire of Vietnam spoke to my generation in a way that was unforgettable. I did not think another writer could break my heart the way he did in that book. I was wrong.In March by Geraldine Brooks, the war is a different one (the American Civil War), but the message is the same. March, an army chaplain and the father of the girls in Little Women, sets off to war with good intentions. Like all men and women of goodwill, he learns that war remains a terrible thing. Even though victory is won and peace is declared, there is no help for the hole that is burned into his soul. Going home will require a different, but no less important, courage than that needed on the battlefield.



