A straightforward and blunt account of what he witnessed. T.K. was my Art teacher just before he retired. A plain-speaking, honest man who minces no words in this account of the War he took part in.
Using a dead man's stomach as a pillow, watching a shell remove a man's head without exploding while the body carries on walking, waking up to find an unexploded shell fired while he was asleep beside his head, his first impression of a tank. It's all in here, no holds barred. All the more unusual because T.K. was an extremely gifted artist, a talent passed on to his children who published this book in 1980 some years after his death.