Results tagged “warfare”
Books I Didn't Review (10/08/09 - 15 Comments)
I've been doing a lot of reading lately--an near-obnoxious amount, really. Quite a few of the books have just not been that interesting, but there have been a few exceptions. Here are reviews of three of the more notable books I've read. Each of these titles is currently on the New York Times list of bestsellers. End the Fed Love him or hate him, you probably have an opinion about Ron Paul. He's a guy...
With the Old Breed (01/31/09 - 10 Comments)
Aileen is away for the day and I'm at home with some sick children. So we're sprawled out on the couch and instead of doing my usual reading, I'm kicking back with an old favorite, With the Old Breed by Eugene Sledge. Sledge's memoir is probably the best Second World War memoir I've ever read (and I've read a few). I first encountered it studying military history in university and have read it a few...
Book Review - Moment of Truth in Iraq (07/22/08 - 21 Comments)
Michael Yon has logged more time in combat situations in Iraq than any other reporter, and this despite twice being removed from Iraq for his critical statements about the U.S. military leadership. Remarkably, he has spent his time in Iraq largely as an independent reporter and blogger rather than an associate of a massive media network. As such, he offers a unique voice—one that is vastly different from what we are accustomed to hearing on...
Book Review - Escape from the Deep (06/18/08 - 1 Comments)
I have often heard it said that no subject in history (with the possible exception of Jesus) has received as much attention in the written word as the Second World War. Even today, more than sixty years after it drew to a close, the war continues to fascinate. We still see a constant stream of books, movies and video games drawing upon that worldwide conflict. This makes good sense, I suppose. With countless millions involved...
Book Review - Lone Survivor (06/10/08 - 8 Comments)
“I tried to get a hold of myself. But again in my mind I heard that terrible, terrible scream, the same one that awakens me, bullying its way into my solitary dreams, night after night, the confirmation of guilt. The endless guilt of the survivor. ‘Help me, Marcus! Please help me!’ It was a desperate appeal in the mountains of a foreign land. It was a scream cried out in the echoing high canyons of...