This is the first war memoir of a Soviet infantryman in English I've come across - and it's a good one. Sgt. Makarov had his baptism of fire at Stalingrad as a conscript. His career takes him from AA gunner to infantry to tank gunner (briefly) to infantry scout. His plain, honest account is extremely engaging, and it's clear he and his comrades not only had to survive battles with the Germans, but the idiotic decisions of their own commanders, government, their (lack of) supply chain, and the abrasive elements of their own motherland (heat, cold, rain, etc.). Makarov frequently points out the harsh chance in war and that only dumb luck and divine providence brought him home after years of harsh fighting when so many of the many men and units he served with were destroyed by war, mischance, and a government with more men than resources - or compassion.
Makarov's stories were written down episodically and compiled many years later into a semi-chronological narrative. He skips over things we'd be interested in (the battles at the Seelowe Heights were he is seriously wounded for example), and lingers instead on the parts of the war that stayed with him, both large and small. There are a number of flash-forwards relating the tour he took as an old man, revisiting his wartime sites, and occasionally flash backs. But the detours frequently add a little something to the episodes they're sandwiched in. They draw attention to how bits of the war were whitewashed or even forgotten - but that Makarov and those he encountered knew how to find those scars on the landscape, in themselves, and in their society.
He freely admits much of what he said at the end of his life could not be revealed for decades; one wonders if it could be uttered now by those precious few veterans of the Great Patriotic War still with us today. It is perhaps fortunate that Ivan Makarov collected his recollections and that they were published when they were. It's hard not to see how the current occupant of the Kremlin would look unfavorably this narrative and its unvarnished descriptions of Soviet incompetence and how cheaply they held the lives of their soldiers - especially as that history is being repeated now across some of the same battlefields of 1943-44 only with the roles entirely reversed.
As a side note regarding the audtiobook version, be warned the narrator chooses to affect a Russian accent. It's a bit off-putting, but you get used to it.