A disclaimer before I review non-fiction: I am generally biased against non-fiction because I find most of it hard to read, but I like stories.
This book started out telling me about the mid-end of this book. What do you mean, this man can't stop picturing himself shooting people in the head? What do you mean, he's lost all hope? This book was obviously written by someone who knows how to keep his audience wanting to read. I kept waiting and waiting to hear about the dog mentioned on the first page.
Despite reading the beginning, I got attached to the soldiers. Perhaps because the author isn't too cruel, I didn't get too attached to the soldiers that died, but I grew to like Kauzlarich. I nervously read faster and faster ever time bombs started going off. I nodded my head in sympathy at times.
And yet, distance is maintained. I became attached to the characters, but never became the characters. I enjoyed the read a lot, but I didn't become completely absorbed.
Ah, the difficulties of reading non-fiction. Nonetheless I think fiction readers could read this!