geez, Ambrose can really churn it out, can't he? What we have here appears to be a collection of sweepings from Ambrose's floor; stuff he couldn't fit into other books or just had lying around. Well, this mish-mash certainly didn't do it for me; though I *did* laugh a lot at his D-day essay in which he first decides to have a go at scaling one of the cliffs only to "chicken out," and then instead dons his swimmies to go for a paddle in the channel in order better to empathize with the lot of the average GI climbing the beach under fire. Apparently, the water was quite choppy. Give me a break!!