A must-read for lessons at the tactical level of war and at the level of platoon command. Excellent in itself as a story of warfighting and as a complement to Last Stand of Fox Company if one is reading ‘broadly and deeply’ about the Frozen Chosin.
Relationships between officers as well as between officers and their enlisted Marines leave the military reader — especially this newly commissioned bootenant — with much to consider and emulate as we seek to maintain the standard set by the men who came before us. We see the effects of our bearing on our men both in training and in battle, and we are reminded time and again that it is the NCOs who make the Marine Corps the best fighting force on earth. Kurt Chew-Een Lee, then a 1stLt, particularly stands out for his discipline under fire, standing upright in the face of bullets to command his Marines (as well as for his going AWOL and stealing a jeep from the field hospital in order to rejoin 1/7). The author, then a 2ndLt, is to be applauded for his commitment to tough training; we must follow his example, both to kill the enemy and to save the men under our command. Troops who weeks before were mere high school students or farm boys become fine fighting men by straining to meet the standards set by their chain of command — set by the Captain and brought into being by the Lieutenant through his NCOs. His men grumble and resent 2ndLt Owen, at first; but they then soon find what is absolutely necessary if the human spirit is to shine: pride, that espirit de corps which puts a smile on the face and a song in the mouth of the Marines fighting for their lives against impossible odds.
Civilians will benefit from a glimpse into the world of men under arms, particularly the strength of the relationships between men who endure such hardships. The battles described herein were some of the toughest and most terrifying ever fought, yet the Marines sacrifice for each other and joke through it all. The author orders his runner, who has accompanied him through hell, to take command of their section when he is assigned a rifle platoon; the Marine tries to refuse, the men attempt to joke, and they break down into tears at their parting. These flashes of the human spirit in such tender moments as well as in the glory of the fight are so fundamental to the combat experience that they may be overlooked by some or even to others seem cliché. Yet they indicate the very substance of life, which is love — our devotion to another heart redeems our sufferings and gives rise to our spirits. If one is to understand the human heart it is necessary to know the warrior and his brother in arms. Our civilization begins with two such friends on the beaches of Troy, and it is to the great detriment of mankind that today our society seems to forget its basis, this bond between the brave who fight so others may be free.