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This is a roller coaster of a read - put on your seat belt (which didn't exist yet), you're in for some whiplash. Bryan, later an important film documentarian of Nazi crimes and the Siege of Warsaw, is only 17 when he packs off to the French front of WW1. His diary bounces between the hijinks and energy of an invincible teenage boy and the horrifying realities he witnesses. Gallows humour and bad decisions abound, and everybody's a bit drunk.
Faranae Reminder that all belligerents of WW1 except the Americans had a daily alcohol ration, and Bryan served with the French - he got the same bottle of pinard and 5 sous a day the poilus did. The Brits got rum, and the Germans had beer. 8mo
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