I've nothing much to say about this beyond the fact that I thought it was superb.
Edit: Okay Charles, you win; I really should have said more about this, given how much I enjoyed it And not to mention how much time I spent in its company - make no mistake, this was a beast of a novel. Pair it up with it predecessor, The Winds of War, and you're looking at a paperback total number of pages a gnat's ball-hair shy of 2,500.
So, then, what to say about it? Well, it covers the fortunes of the Henry family from the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor to their (the Japanese, not the Henry family) subsequent surrender following the dropping of the nuclear bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki in August, 1945.
The three main plot strands are as follows:
i) Pug Henry's naval career, both in command of a warship and, later, in a more logistical role (I will say no more for fear of spoilers). This strand cuts, mainly, between the Pacific theatre of operations and Washington, D.C.
ii) Byron Henry's career as a submariner and parallel efforts to extricate his wife and son from increasingly dire circumstances as they attempt to escape from Nazi-occupied Europe.
iii) Natalie Henry (neé Jastrow) and her uncle, Aaron Jastrow, as they are sucked ever deeper into the centre of the howlingly terrible maelstrom that is the Final Solution.
The historical accuracy in this book, as in its predecessor, is very impressive. As is the deftness with which shifting points of view present the state of the war from both German and Russian standpoints. These are handled deftly, if not with the lightest possible of touches, and overall the impression it left on my historical sensibilities was most favourable.
What really raised this above the commonplace for me, however, was the willingness on the part of the author to complete the ultimate slide into horror by ending the story of Aaron Jastrow in the gas chamber at Auschwitz. There were many pointers along the way that both he and Natalie (and Louis, her and Byron's son) would all survive until the end of the war but this proved, in the end, wishful thinking. And the book was all the better (and more real) for it.
Having read more Holocaust literature (at a guess, 90% of which was in the form of non-fiction) than is probably entirely healthy or sensible, this still hit me very hard indeed. That this character, this all too human "me", could end in such a way. It's the closest I've come (in terms of emotional impact), at least in all of fiction (and most of non-fiction, if I'm honest), to 'Shoah' by Claude Lanzmann (please take the time to google this, if you're not familiar with it).
Okay, now, I think that's really all I have to say on it.