I've only read Ernie Pyle in larger World War compilations with other authors. Reading an actual book by him (which is itself a compilation of articles) is where I got to finally see why the guy was such a beloved figure as well as a distinctive American writer. Pyle was the ultimate Every Man. He had a great eye for detail and he talked with everyone, but in particular it was enlisted man who he focused on. His formula was fairly simple. He would record their gripes and hopes, and then, quite often, provide those soldiers' home addresses. He not only gave you a face and name, but he gave you a hometown and a particular street. In this particular book (his last) there is little actual combat, but what you do get is down-in-the-weeds daily details of soldier, sailor, and airman life during World War II (in this case, the Pacific War). It may sound boring, but it never is. You also get, very early on, a whiff of Pacific War racism when Pyle observes, on Hawaii, some Japanese prisoners wrestling around. He seems doubtful of the whole subhuman thing, but after seeing the prisoners, he sees them as human, but that they still gave him the "creeps" and that he wanted a "mental bath" afterwards.
I was a bit surprised that such an obviously humane man would react that way, but the Pacific war was also a racial war without pity, and that no doubt had worked its way (whether he liked or not) into Pyle's consciousness. If he had lived, it would have been interesting to read his reflections of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. When combat does come, it's mostly offstage, where Pyle would soon die on a small island off of Okinawa. Pyle actually would go ashore in the initial attack, but he was assigned to a unit that was not seeing much action. His desire to be where the action was hot probably killed him. I've read elsewhere that Pyle had premonitions of his death. I got this on Kindle for .99 cents. There were some typos, but not too many. Definitely a good read.