Well, sort of first person, in that this is a novel, and a beautifully written one at that. The premise is that a young soldier, soon to be deployed to Afghanistan, accompanies his great grandfather on a sponsored trip to visit the WWII memorial in Washington, D.C., an ‘honor flight’. During the flight, the old man recounts to his great grandson his experiences in Buzz Company, a group of misfits and leftovers from other companies, brought together to form their own unit.
The ‘memoir’ has tales that are funny, and heartbreaking, and poignant. Lots of action, lots of characters we come to love, and mourn, just all around a fine work, helping us to remember and appreciate our soldiers from an older war, from a time when war meant protecting your country, not destroying another country for what seems to be no apparent reason other than oil reserves.
I remember reading a couple of memoirs from the First World War that I found on Project Gutenberg. This novel has the same feel and flavor as those accounts of an even earlier war.
Golly, we suck as a species.