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Publisher's Weekly
Willeford joined the Army when he was 16, in the depth of the Depression, and was assigned to the Air Corps. He spent most of his three-year hitch in Manila, ''a place where interesting things can happen to a man.'' This memoir by the author of Miami Blues and The Burnt Orange Heresy is so brutally frank about drinking and whoring in the prePearl Harbor Army that it becomes hilarious when the author remarks, ''If a man wasn't careful the Army could coarsen him, and I had to protect my sensitivity if I was ever going to write anything first-rate.'' Discharged in 1938, Willeford found himself in trouble with the police on Los Angeles's Skid Row, and decided to reenlist. His autobiography is hardboiled and certainly authentic, but short on substance.
Library Journal
Willeford joined the U.S. Army in 1935 at the age of 16. He spent time in the Philippines, in the air corps, and later at Fort Riley, in the cavalry. He recalls some of the less savory aspects of the Depression army, and explains in great detail just how the enlisted men lived. In the four years covered here, he fits in about as many sexual, alcoholic, and military adventures as a young man could reasonably hope to survive. Although this memoir captures the spirit of the prewar army well, its tone of mild braggadocio and its uninspired prose will limit its appeal. For specialized collections of military memorabilia only. Edwin B. Burgess, U.S. Army TRALINET Ctr., Fort Monroe, Va.
Willeford joined the Army when he was 16, in the depth of the Depression, and was assigned to the Air Corps. He spent most of his three-year hitch in Manila, ''a place where interesting things can happen to a man.'' This memoir by the author of Miami Blues and The Burnt Orange Heresy is so brutally frank about drinking and whoring in the prePearl Harbor Army that it becomes hilarious when the author remarks, ''If a man wasn't careful the Army could coarsen him, and I had to protect my sensitivity if I was ever going to write anything first-rate.'' Discharged in 1938, Willeford found himself in trouble with the police on Los Angeles's Skid Row, and decided to reenlist. His autobiography is hardboiled and certainly authentic, but short on substance.
Library Journal
Willeford joined the U.S. Army in 1935 at the age of 16. He spent time in the Philippines, in the air corps, and later at Fort Riley, in the cavalry. He recalls some of the less savory aspects of the Depression army, and explains in great detail just how the enlisted men lived. In the four years covered here, he fits in about as many sexual, alcoholic, and military adventures as a young man could reasonably hope to survive. Although this memoir captures the spirit of the prewar army well, its tone of mild braggadocio and its uninspired prose will limit its appeal. For specialized collections of military memorabilia only. Edwin B. Burgess, U.S. Army TRALINET Ctr., Fort Monroe, Va.
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