When Charles Willeford joined the Army in 1935, he was sixteen years old—and he had to add two years to his age on the application to get in. From postings in the Philippine jungles to the California coast, from fueling details on modern warplanes to shoeing cavalry horses, the young recruit lusted, brawled, and came of age by applying himself to the timeless rules of all military life: live right, work hard, and all the good things will eventually come to you. His story is exactly like millions of others—yet totally special, told with a novelist’s eye and a poet’s heart.“Mr. Willeford never puts a wrong foot forward. Truly an entertainment to relish. [His] recollections of America in the nineteen-thirties are as exotic as his recollections of the Philippines... .The alert, ignorant, literary recruit becomes , a marvelous guide to the masculine ghetto that was our old peacetime army.”—The New Yorker“His journal of memories will delight...and perhaps surprise post-war soldiers with its account of the hard ways of The Old Army.”—The San Diego Tribune“[An] engaging recollection of an era long since vanished.... Mr. Willeford ... introduces us to an Army different from the Army James Jones wrote about in From Here to Eternity. It may well be a more authentic account.” —The Baltimore Sun“Those of us who revel in good writing should read this book even if we have never hefted a gun nor laced a boot. It is a simple but brilliant gimmick: A good, adult writer pretending to be a kid again and writing like one. And it works. Oh, how it works.”—The News and Observer Raleigh, N.C.“Most soldier’s stories derive their sting from war-time thrills and tragedies. Willeford has turned this around and demonstrated that in peace, as in war, the military life brings out the best, the worst, the most humorous, and the most pathetic in men.”—Kirkus Reviews"Hard-boiled and certainly authentic ... so brutally frank about drinking and whoring in the pre-Pearl Harbor Army that it becomes hilarious when the author remarks, "If a man wasn't careful the Army could coarsen him, and I had to protect my sensitivity if I was ever going to write anything first-rate."—Publisher's Weekly“Absolutely brilliant in every regard.”—Stanley Elkin“Willeford, writing with quiet authority, has the ability to make his situations, scenes, dialogue, sound absolutely real.”—Elmore Leonard
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