A very disappointing work, for me personally. I was expecting something akin to the late Stephen Ambrose' telling of former US Senator Eugene McCarthy's combat experience as a B-24 pilot in "Into the Wild Blue"; instead I read a a glowing tribute piece to the late Jimmy Stewart, that became more progressively praising in it's narrative, and seemingly carefully to avoid any historic detail that might get in the way. The general background history is good, but each time the author brings Stewart's role into the story, we get only the thinnest telling of the involvement, and then Stewart is whisked-off the stage lest we the reader ask for more detail. The author seems only to want to tell stories that show Stewart in the glow of the stage lights, rather than telling stories that let us see his human side of a young man at war. Having read enough legitimate histories of World War Two ETO bomber crews, and what the realities of aerial combat were to the men who flew the B17s and B24s, the author seems intent not to explore the matter that deeply. The author acknowledges the inherent danger of aerial combat through research and interviews, but as it relates to Stewart, we're given only the briefest brush and a comment on his own concerns of how fear might affect his performance. And that's the limit of it. As with every part of Stewart's history, we're given a good set-up, but no deep explorational story. We're never given anecdotal evidence to support the supposition that Stewart ever faced death, had to combat fear at the controls, or how he reacted when his plane was hit or his crew injured. We're led to believe, because the author does, that Stewart set his jaw and was the quiet stoic -- and never felt anything in combat, either during or after. That's impossible, as he would've certainly have watched members of his Group go down, explode, die. He wrote letters to grieving family members, he dealt with empty chairs at mess and lockers of those KIA and MIA to arrange to send hone. It had to cost him something, but we'll never know. The author never touches it. Being a bomber commander placed Stewart in the same deathly position as his crews. The planes' aluminum skin was thin and easy to penetrate by flak or bullets, mangling the men with hot, razor-sharp thick chunks of metal; the windscreen wasn't bulletproof to protect pilots from head-on attacks by fighters; oxygen lines and masks often froze-up; engines hit caught fire; gas tanks easily exploded, and the B24 had a fatal flaw -- it's high-loading wing could fold-up if hit by flak or cannon fire. We'll never know how all this affected Jimmy Stewart the B24 pilot, commander, and leader from this telling. We'll also never know what kind of pilot Stewart was with his crew, how he reacted in combat, what he really experienced and how he thought and felt about it. At times, this angering lack of detail and depth, gives the impression that the author thinks Stewart was on movie set where someone yelled, "cut" after he climbed into the cockpit, and "action" as he climbed-out. This approach doesn't help me understand anything significant about the American actor, other than he just happened to be a bomber pilot in a B24 who flew a lot of missions, etc. According to the author, this should be enough for anyone. It's not. This story simply doesn't want to tell us that, it won't go onto detail when we so frustratingly want the account to -- because it's not that kind of book. It's a story written as a carefully edited tribute, a loving and gallant telling of a national treasure's wartime experience. It is therefore, limited in scope to a complimentary narrative, edited for any content that provides insight into Stewart the man and refuses to address anything that challenges the picture of the quiet, fear-conquering stoic (to any degree). This isn't a historically significant accounting of Jimmy Stewart's wartime contributions, it's a minor and superficial one. It reads as the work of a fan, not a historian, and that needs to be kept in mind.