O'Shea takes an opportunity to write a useful traveler's guide to the Western Front and completely blows it by spewing a volume of drivel that maligns anyone and everyone who ever wore a uniform. His pacifist leanings may have been tolerable if they had been left on the sidelines, but instead they pollute every page, preaching rather than informing.What can be gained by calling Sgt Alvin York a "yokel" and "hick"? By calling 1917's mass mutinies the French Army's "finest hour"? The answer is the same as what can be gained by reading this book - absolutely nothing.As a previous reviewer stated, the only part of this book that is worth the paper it is printed on, hence a generous two stars.