For much of the book I was captivated by the hero of our story who was so young and within weeks became so old.
The book chronicles the flying career of Theodore (call me Ted) Franklin Norman, drafted, before his time, to fly B-24 Liberators out of sleepy Southern England during the last two years of the war. His own target is to achieve his 25 missions so that he can return home to the States a war veteran, a hero perhaps.
The author tells it well. The boy (and yet a man) becomes something of a talisman to his crew members but suffers his own recurring nightmares as the mission tally mounts. It is a moving story, sometimes comic, often dramatic and, despite the usual everyday monotony of being a pilot awaiting mission orders, it is never boring.
The reader can empathize with him as he fights his own personal guilt as to why he survives when others, including many of his own crew, don't make it home. The detailing of the bombing runs, the finely tuned dialogue, the action so vividly portrayed, puts the reader almost in the cabin of these cumbersome aircraft as they struggle to deliver bombs or supplies, often not to the right target but always at the mercy of German fighters and indiscriminate anti-aircraft fire.
Ted Norman's own journey through life is a mixture of happiness, sadness and much sitting in bars or taking advantage of the local female company, when not flying. The reader may well recall their own escapades when still a teenager but probably never with the thoughts of death just around the corner.
A young man who says he was not born to fly but this reader suggests he just didn't realise it until a little later in life!
This is not a novel just for aviation buffs; it's a compelling, moving and dramatic account in its own right that just happens to feature flyers drafted into the Army Air Corps in WWII. If the author has a sequel up his sleeve, I'll be the in the queue to buy the book.