The only value in this book is subtextual, the ideas and culture that can be inferred from the author's lies. Purportedly, this is a non-fiction description of several exceptional tank commanders from WW II. Because all armies of this era document their actions, it's possible for any given day and unit to read the orders issued, movements, encounters with the enemy, successes, failures, casualties, etc. The armies' recordings are dry and sparse, of the nature 'second platoon advanced to hill 429 and suffered the loss of one tank seven KIA and nine wounded.' A motivated and diligent historian will put this official record together with orders, diaries, letters home, and observations of comrades and commanders to paint a full picture of what happened. Kurowski may have done some of this, but it's doubtful. More likely, he read something like the example of an after-action report sentence above and wrote the whole book from that. The author describes in vivid detail the battles of each of the subject tank commanders. We see their reactions, the impact of enemy fire, their tense moments as they aim, fire, and see the enemy fall. But all the commanders in all their battles sound exactly alike. Their gunners are already zeroing in, the driver is already halting, the whole crew is confident in their mates. The shot is always on target. In fact, in half the hits on Russian tanks the T-34's turret is blown clear of the hull from the hit. Huh. The armor-piercing round could set off the T-34's ammunition in rare cases, but the projectile has no explosive force of its own: it destroys the enemy tank by penetrating its armor and killing the crew and trashing the controls and interior. Then, in most of the author's accounts, the Russian crew bails out after the turret is blown off. So we're to believe an explosion that rips a multi-ton steel turret from its control ring doesn't disable men who are sitting in the explosion? The simple answer to all of this is that the author has made up every word, having read at least one sentence about a tank battle. Worse, he's so lazy he copied the SAME events for every battle, not bothering to make up a new scenario. Similarly, the unemotional devotion to duty of each of the commanders is also identical, likely not drawn from anything but the author's idealized imagination. The author's imagined Wehrmacht is filled with soldiers of perfect bravery, knowledge, skill, attitude, obedience, and determination. The one takeaway of any value from this otherwise pointless book is the extent the author is feeding a cultural redemption: 'we should not have been Nazis, we should not have started a war, we should not have continued the war, but at least we were damn good at it!'