Recounts the glorious exploits of the 761st Tank Battalion--a unit of Black soldiers that distinguished itself during World War II, suffering a fifty percent casualty rate.
In a comment on one of my author page posts, someone recommended this book. I can't remember who, and I've tried to find his comment because I owe him.
This book is about a young white officer, assigned to command black tankers. His feelings, racist warts and all, are here. The reactions of his men--warts and all--are here. And in the end these men, white and black, endure the unendurable in war torn Europe. And, to one another, they become just men warts and all.
Do we really need war and bloody battle to bring us close enough to understand the reality--that we all have warts, we are all just men and women, we are in it together, and we absolutely have to have each other's backs?
War is Hell! Going through hell as Black men during the 30's and 40's produce the greatest Tankers in U.S. Army history. This is there uncensored story.