A wonderful "slice-of-POW-life"story! This is a must-read for everyone, but especially for those of my "baby-boom" generation who have enjoyed the fruits of the "Greatest Generation's" sacrifices. This is a very well-written and concise account of this author's training, his ill-fated bombing mission over France, and his imprisonment by the Germans. While the details of combat and solitary confinement are compelling, the stories of the POW's spirit and ingenuity are heartwarming. The author emphasizes that he was one of the lucky ones -- a very humble remark from someone who endured such hardships. I thank Oscar Richard for his hardships and sacrifices during the war, and I also thank him for telling his great story.

As a product of the baby boom generation, I grew up taking for granted the post-war, "Leave It To Beaver" cozy atmosphere of the '50's and early '60's. Despite the Cold War, I was rather unconcerned about war and its effects on real people. Then Viet Nam came along and many of us developed a distain for any kind of military engagement. The Viet Nam war did not evoke any spirit of patriotism as WWII had done. After reading this book, I realized how much WWII and those who fought in it affected the lives of those they left behind, and the generations to come. These were ordinary men, some recently out of high school or college who rose to the challenge of defending freedom for us and our allies. They willingly left behind comfortable, safe lives to answer the call of duty. The passages in this book describing the plane being hit, the author and his fellow crew members bailing out, facing more enemy gunfire and possible death were gripping. The account of prison camp life was interesing and entertaining. I was impressed with the ingenuity of the prisoners. This book and others like it should be mandatory for high school history classes. We should all be grateful to this "Greatest Generation."

First, I must tell you, the author is my uncle. Having said that, I was very favorably impressed with the picture the author paints. Even without several accompanying photographs, I could clearly picture in my mind the scenes described for me. Little things stood out such as a trip to Louisiana from California taking four days. I am proud of my uncle.... mostly because he deflects the accolades of his actions. Like many young men of this era, he is a hero and I'm a better man for knowing him and, through this book, his fellow servicemen.