A deeply engrossing book awaits, one that has the power to immerse you fully into every single thought, feeling, and action of the numerous personalities that constitute the I and R platoon. This platoon was but a very small part of the American invasion of the Japanese-held island of Anapopei during World War II.
It is completely different from what I had initially expected. The platoon is not composed of brave heroes valiantly fighting for a noble cause. Instead, they are ordinary, terrified men who more often than not are battling their own fears and resentments rather than an outside enemy. They are pushed beyond the limits of endurance, constantly struggling to survive. In this story, moments of quiet horror replace the sweeping battle scenes that one might typically envision.
As the book progresses, every rain and sweat soaked day and night takes a further toll on the men. They are broken down until they become plodding automatons, with only a primitive urge to survive and the fear of their own sergeant keeping them going. Moreover, the internal and constantly shifting politics of the platoon are just as important, if not more so, than any maneuvers the enemy might make.
This is an absorbing read that truly brings home the exhaustion and drudgery of the life of infantrymen. It is peopled with vivid characters that are sure to stay with me for a long time.