Overview


Jeff Sharlet
1942-1969

  Jeff Sharlet was my younger brother. I’m writing a memoir about his short but interesting life. He was the founding editor of Vietnam GI (VGI) and a leader of the GI protest movement against the Vietnam War. VGI was the first GI-edited antiwar paper addressed to Vietnam GIs, a term meant to include soldiers, sailors, airmen, and Marines. Growing GI opposition ultimately contributed mightily to America’s withdrawal from the war.
          David Cortright, a major chronicler of Vietnam GI antiwar protest, wrote:

          Vietnam GI, surfaced at the end of 1967,
                 di
stributed to tens of thousands of GIs,
                 many in Vietnam, closed down after the
                death of founder Jeff Sharlet in June, 1969. 

            Jeff was eulogized throughout the country in the underground antiwar movement, published a long remembrance of Jeff in his magazine Liberation; an underground GI paper in Heidelberg, Germany was dedicated to him; and the dedication of Fred Gardners definitive account of the Presidio 27 mutiny read Jeff Sharlet, founder of Vietnam GI, dead at 27."
        In recent years, the most dramatic tribute to Jeff and VGI  has been the award-winning documentary, Sir! No Sir!, the first film on the Vietnam GI antiwar movement. Screened nationally and run on Sundance Channel, the film was dedicated to Jeff for, as the director David Zeiger put it to me, starting it all.

       To read more about Jeff Sharlet and Vietnam GI, see
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeff_Sharlet_(activist)

            The present Yola site had previously long been used as a
 means of searching for unaccounted for friends of Jeff. However, at
 this point in the process we have found and interviewed many dozens
 of people who knew him, so it is time to re-purpose our Yola site. We
 have appropriately retitled it, Finding Jeff
Quests End. 
           The revised site also succeeds the blog 
Searching for Jeff,

which we recently closed after five years, 125 posts, and tens of
 thousands of readers in over 100 countries. The time is needed to
 devote full attention to finishing the memoir.
                   
Apropos, I will now be using this site to periodically add

 segments and excerpts from the voluminous interview files material
 being incorporated into the memoir
for those readers interested in
 following the progress of the book. 
                 
Each of the subsequent sections of Finding Jeff Quests 

End represents a phase of the final decade of Jeffs life from prep
 school to the end of his days. Readers will find a prologue to each
 section that briefly tracks Jeff at that time followed by a few posts
 from Searching for Jeff illuminating the period.
          As I place new material on Finding Jeff Quests End, we will 

indicate on this page in which section of the site it is to be found, so
please look back often.
                 
Thank you for your interest, Bob Sharlet 

 

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NEW CONTENT 

  Speaking Notes
on the occasion of the acceptance of the
Albany Academy Distinguished Alumni Award
     on behalf of Jeff Sharlet, AA’60, May 21, 2010 

Many thanks to the Class of ’60’s Fiftieth Reunion Committee for nominating Jeff as well as to the alumni who confer this honor on him posthumously.
        Jeff Sharlet, my younger brother, was the accidental hero of his own life.  He certainly didn’t set out to go to Vietnam, or to become a leader of GI protest. 
        At the beginning of his senior year he had pretty much the same aspirations as the rest of the class – go off to college, ideally a good school in the East, learn a few things, have some fun. 
        And he’d probably have done so but for a financial crisis in the family that changed the course of his life.
        After graduation Jeff went off into the world and in a fairly short time changed from a carefree kid to a committed young man. The Distinguished Alumni Award citation you’ve just heard covered Jeff’s subsequent accomplishments in life, so I’ll just briefly dwell on him as the light-hearted guy his classmates will remember.
        Jeff joined the Army, and very soon things started going awry. They promised him a year’s study of a Slavic language which would have entailed assignment to Europe. 
        He looked forward to a great time on the Continent. But as soon as he arrived at the Army Language School, they bumped him into Vietnamese.
        Jeff went to the Company headquarters’ office and asked the NCO in charge: 

Sarge, what would happen if someone flunked out of Vietnamese?”

        A good ol’ boy from Texas, sarge replied,

 Sonny, nobody flunks out of Vietnamese.”

So Jeff made the best of it with the help of Keith Willis, AA’58, who arrived in the Vietnamese program. The two guys bought a motorcycle, a used British Indian model. 
        They’d ride down the coast to Jeff’s favorite hangout at Big Sur where the Russian headwaiter always greeted him, “Trotsky from the Bronx.”Other times they’d roar up Highway 101 to the Bay Area, Jeff driving, Keith hanging on for dear life. They’d head for the Mark Hopkins hotel on Nob Hill where Jeff casually dismounted, handing the bike off to the doorman to park – a fellow in livery more accustomed to the likes of a Jag or a Mercedes. Not a bad life.

A year later, Jeff found himself in the Philippines reading intercepted North Vietnamese military communications. But aside from the highly classified work, life in the tropics was like being a college kid on extended spring break.
        There was much drinking in nearby Angeles City, beach parties, lazy days at the racetrack in Manila, and side trips to Tokyo and Hong Kong. Tough duty.
    Then the war intruded, and Jeff shipped out to Vietnam. He was part of the covert US team monitoring the planned coup against Diem, President of South Vietnam. 
        But aside from work at a secret base on the western outskirts of Saigon, there was ample time for the city’s night life. In fact, I was told that Jeff became the outfit’s self-appointed guide to the Saigon club scene for new guys joining the unit.
        Later, he was sent up to a place called Phu Bai just below the North Vietnamese border. Working side by side with a Marine unit, he translated North Vietnamese Army messages and liaised with commandos being slipped across the border.
        Still, there were lighter moments as well. Borrowing a jeep, Jeff and a buddy would cruise down Highway 1, Bernard Fall’s ‘Street without Joy’, scouting the South China Sea coastline for an ideal location for the gambling casino they dreamed of opening after the war. Imagine your old pal Jeff decked out in black tie, keeping a watchful eye on his croupiers and Blackjack dealers.
        A final tale from the lighter side of those dark times:
In Vietnam, Jeff forgot one essential thing, he forgot to write his mother. Her letters to the Philippines started bouncing back marked, “Address Unknown.” 
        Predictably, she went bananas and called her Congressman, “Where’s my son?” He contacted the Pentagon, and down through the chain of command to Southeast Asia, they soon located Jeff. 
        He was ordered to write home immediately. Among other things, he wrote:

           Look, my lieutenant’s also required to 
          write you -- saying how happy I am in 
          Vietnam. Please don’t reply but if you do,
          for god’s sake don’t ask him to go easy
          on me or grant me any favors.
          Mom, this is the Army, not the Albany Academy.

Thank you for remembering my brother on this grand occasion.

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