I read the paperback version of this book.
It's quite thin, with additional background information, that is informative but probably basic for anyone with a general knowledge of World War One.
The author notes he wrote this book later in life, after feeling that the Royal Army Medical Corps stretcher bearers were not given their due in the library of published memoirs.
It's true that the author decided as a young man that he would go to war, in a service where he could serve his country, and save lives, without bearing arms. Reading between the lines at times, it's very obvious he serves under incredibly trying, exhausting and life-threatening conditions.
Oddly, the author says almost nothing about his experiences or the pain and suffering he endures. It left me wondering why. Was this due to his religious sensibilities, or was the writing profoundly dissociated from his wartime experiences. If the author was in front of me, my first question would be: "Is this all you are planning to tell me? The barest sketch of an outline?"
And then I would do my best to understand why, and maybe better understand what he carried with him, in his mind and soul, in the decades after the war. How much remained buried and could not be excavated, despite his calling to share his battlefield experiences, his immersion in blood and suffering, his communion with fellow troops and stretcher bearers?
There's some interesting reflections in his experiences right after the armistice. The author has been stationed with the British army in Italy in the final phases of the war, and travels with a small team into not yet occupied Austria, hoping to discover and offer care to British POWs.