This is a telling of one man's war. As such it is focused on his personal experiences, which are often hair raising and boorish. The first because of the gripping detail of battle and all of its hubris, the second because the author is unvarnished about how warriors often let off steam. A mixture of in the cockpit thrills and after-hours goings on.
This being a personal memoir, one is not surprised that the focus is personal. It is illuminating in that it accurately characterizes the ups, downs, successes, failures, victories and heartbreaking losses one encounters in such experiences. For those who have been there it will come across as true and likely bring recall of their own experiences. It certainly did for me at least. Not all bad, not all good.
The most memorable thing for me in this work is the truth of battle tested relationships. How one feels responsible for the one beside them, or in this case, the ones below them. As a forward air controller, Yarborough's primary job was to support troops on the ground by directing close air support. Since he worked mainly with a small and specialized force (MACVSOG) he came to know his brothers in arms well. When you get close to someone in these environments and then lose them, it can be devastating. As such, we learn about the demons that come to haunt us when bad things happen to brothers we care about.
From a different time, a different era, but the reality of the day-to-day tension and sometimes boredom of warfare comes through. It is not great literature, it is unvarnished truth of war and its calling on the lives of warriors and the burden it extracts. Not great literature, but a telling read. For those who were there it will take you back. For those who weren't, it is a personal view of one little slice of the war that so divided a nation.