Gibbs was one of five reporters embedded with British troops in WWI. His substantial reporting during the war was heavily censored--no bad news for the home front and all those johnnies who may want to enlist. After the war, no longer fettered, he roundly chastises the British high command and the British 'regulars,' who openly disdain territorial troops and draftees, many of whom are citizen-soldiers who show much more initiative, more concern for their troops, and more creative thinking than the 'old army' staff. His vividly describes life in the lines and the reaction of British troops to the horrors of war. Frequently he quotes the soldiers' letters or his conversations with them.
He writes of all those courageous attacks that General Head Quarters (GHQ) planned, with the cavalry (yes, the cavalry) arrayed just behind the lines ready to exploit any break in enemy lines, and the cavalry still clogging the roads as troops returned from the unchanged front, and the wounded were being transported to field hospitals in the rear.
He acidly compares the glorious surroundings at GHQ with life in the trenches. He also clearly demonstrates that the 'we can see the light at the end of the tunnel' rhetoric did not originate in Vietnam. He interviews cheery English generals who are jolly sure the the next attack will be "the one"
One of the most interesting portions of the book is the unfortunately short discussion of post-war Britain. Troops rioted to be transported home or released from service--they signed up for the duration, and no more; draftees and volunteers were willing to protect England from Germany but they had no taste at all for being sent out, after surviving the war in France, to protect the far reaches of The British Empire. Crime, violence, and suicide, according to Gibbs, skyrocketed after the troops returned home. No wonder, since trench warfare spread what we now know as PTSD among the survivors as effectively as population concentrations spread the 1918 flu.
Very near the beginning of the book, Gibbs recounts a telling moment. He has just returned from Belgium at the beginning of the war. This was when the Germans were executing Belgian hostages when they met any resistance (sound familiar) and advancing behind lines of civilians (Where have we heard that before?). Towns were being blasted out of existence by massive artillery barrages or set ablaze.
Just after his return to England, when he was walking down the halls of his paper's offices, a colleague passed him with a question about his time in Belgium,. "Have fun?" he asked.
We have truly become, after the later wars of the 20th century, less cavalier about war and what it means. But, unfortunately, not to the extent required to build a world where we shed no blood unless justice and our common humanity absolutely demand it.