Here's a little blurb from later last year. Light on details, heavy on goofs. Complete with illustrations of POLISH MIGS and not B-17s... and apparently the Mighty 8th was a squadron...! I really wish people that are paid to write would do some cursory googling before they publish their work. Kind of like the package of Boca Java coffee I saw that donates money and/or coffee for US troops, but the illustration on the bag showed a German soldier advancing on the eastern front and a WWII Soviet all nicely photoshopped and faded together.
Regarding the feel of the Pacific and BOB, and how The Pacific kind of dooms the viewer as well (went right along with the feel of the books it was based on, so it didn't bother me... Sledge more or less described it as a constant meat-grinder and then the war just ended...), I'm not sure what to think about the mood of this one. It's been pretty grueling to read Masters of the Air just simply because of the losses incurred, and often, due to the pure bad luck to be in a plane in the wrong spot in the sky when a flak shell comes streaking up. Really makes me thankful for the P-51 and other long-range fighters.
One part of the book really sums up the mental fatigue that might be in this picture. Miller describes a guy that got time off to go to the "flak farm" to R&R for a few days during the time period where they were flying constant missions and bombing via radar almost every day with no time to unwind on their own. Everybody was sullen, quiet, moody, and this guy either watched or played in a volleyball game between the men there, and the entire game was played without a single word, or even so much as a grunt, uttered. To be a bomber man would truly be unimaginable at any stage of the war. It will be interesting to see if it has a BOB feel, where you can sense a bit more hope, or if it focuses on just how bad it was like The Pacific.
Edited by Garandomatic, 23 March 2014 - 07:14 AM.