First off, took me way too long to actually finish this, although I started well I just didn’t make time to read it when I got back home.
But, that’s not to say it’s a bad read – far from it.

Based on his personal experiences during the Second World War, in which he was recruited into the German army (he has a German mother and French father), Sajer describes his training and experiences of war vividly and clearly with trouble.
Every now and then, he digresses and concentrates on a certain feeling or memory which, rather than disrupting the flow of the book, adds another dimension of reality to it.

All in all a fascinating read, although with finishing it it strikes me as something that really needs to be re-read a few times to really get to grips with it, and I reckon it will be just as gripping and interesting each time.

It feels almost wrong to describe it as entertaining, given the subject matter, but with it being something I can’t really expect to relate to there’s no other real way to sum it up as a read without resorting to fake sympathy and pretending I understand everything that went on.

Read it.