This is the firsthand account of a brief period in both civil and military WWII history written by a man named Kenneally, who it later transpires is in fact an assumed name given to the author (a former deserter) by an Irish national.
This prompted the question, is it correct to award the highest decoration for valour in the face of the enemy to a man who had previously deserted the Army in a time of war?
Having re-read Kenneally's reasoning, this appears to be a mute point given that if it was not correct to do so, would have seen the V.C. being retracted once Kenneally's true identity (Jackson) became known, however others may not agree.
Having said that this is a fascinating read, moving as it does from descriptions of guttural fighting (although the numbers of Germans engaged resulting in the award of the V.C. seem somewhat variable depending on who's account you read) and a fantastically ageless dark military humour.
This dark humour can be shown in Kenneally's account of his shooting dead a German chef and denying the enemy their lunch!
Similarly in the recollection of an exchange with a German soldier "... when The Stuka comes you duck, when the Spitfire comes we duck, when [the American plane] comes, everybody ducks ..."
Whilst it cannot be said that every Allied soldier behaved appropriately in war and the record of misdeeds speaks for itself, I was struck by instances of clear humanity and a lack of judgment on the part of Kenneally, which I doubt has become more acute over the years of reflections.
Kenneally's actions toward an injured German soldier and his rebuke of the treatment toward Allied troops ostracised due to what was regarded as a lack of moral fibre (later recognised as battle fatigue/shell shock) is a credit to his self discipline and humanity respectively.
Oddly enough this book was not as heavy on recollections of battle as I had first thought but contained other accounts of life (and loves) during WWII and attitudes towards life in the Army and the view of the opposing forces which is not something I was expecting but found engrossing.
As with so many of these, Kenneally's recollections provoked various questions and comparisons, which to me is an indication of a `good book' rather than just a good read.
The title is particularly and cleverly apt in this regard, the honour but also the shame.
I would have no issue recommending this book to anyone with an interest in the life of the `Tommy at the front end' and how he saw WWII.