The fact that mine is only the second review on here is a testament to the sad-sack state of affairs when it comes to World War II and black people. We're more concerned over the sanitized Tom Hanks "greatest generation" version at the expense of pretty much anyone a shade darker than, say, Matt Damon.
The Red Ball Express was the logistics run between Normandy and, roughly, the Battle of the Bulge (often mistaken as a euphemism for cockfighting) which saw mind-blowing amounts of material, gasoline, bullets, cigarettes, and corpses shuttled over hundreds of miles of battlefield, ruin, and French cathouses to the front line. It was a dangerous, rough life on the Red Ball. Drivers went for days without sleep, were in the middle of combat, and dealt with all kinds of organizational chaos making these runs, without which Patton would've been left thoughtfully squelching in French mud.
Most of these drivers were black, because back then it was thought that black people, with their inherent God-given genetic weakness, weren't allowed to go to war. So, you get a good, healthy history of military racism, too, which is always fascinating, especially because a lot of these guys wanted to fight and in the end, did, with aplomb!
The parts about the drivers dealing with the Man's shit are the best. They put up with a lot for a country that one of them describes in the book as "treating us the same way Hitler treats the Jews...and you want us to fight for you?"
Great WW2 history.