Wow, I cannot believe I waited so long to read this book. I can’t put it down. I read the Postscript first (bad, I know) and I’m just through the Prologue and Chapter One. It’s not an antiwar or war protest book. It’s not a rah rah glorification of war. It is just his story about what happens to men in war. As he says at the end of the prologue: “This book is not a work of the imagination. I have made a great effort to resist the veteran’s inclination to remember things the way he would like them to have been rather than the way they were.” And though I’m only through Chapter One, it’s already heartbreaking.