Thomas Heggen handled this theme better in Mr. Roberts (see P. 256), with more relief of humor and humanity, and without the brutal viciousness of this. It is January on the Foggia Plain, where the men, from low ranks to high, of a photo reconnaissance wing, rot in a routine now meaningless. Motivated by personal hatreds, envies, gaining momentum with the General's visit of inspection, reaching a climax when friends cover up for a broken-hearted boy off on a drunk, the picture is rounded out by the wasted death of the man who sees most clearly the trouble they are all involved in. Once again the war overseas in terms of personal positions, from the venemous individual actions to the larger poison of impossible situations...While there's force to the writing, there's no compulsion to the reading.