![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Most of them seemed convinced in the dawning age of intense, newly-developed, high-power artillery and aircraft that they were still leading a 19th-century cavalry charge. And the high ludicrousness of the officers who conducted that war as if it were a social-class-riddled rugby match. I’m fascinated by the inglorious, mud-wallowing courage and humor of that war’s foot soldiers. I don’t read a lot of war novels but I am an eager reader of first-person accounts of war, especially WWI trench warfare. Bombs falling nearby set him in high relief. The book’s cover showed a soldier who resembled Douglas standing on a battlefield, waving the men behind him to come ahead. I knew there was a movie of that name starring Kirk Douglas in all his indignant presence. I settled on a paperback novel called “Paths of Glory,” by Humphrey Cobb. I have a shelf of “maybes” set aside for such times, and I quickly pulled a few and looked them over. Two weeks ago, I was looking for a book to read, having just finished one and not wanting to face an evening without a successor. ![]()
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