Pineapple Maru Tribute Home

Books About WWII

It's the story of "Like father, like son". Dad majored
in history and was a lifelong book lover, so he must have
transmitted that to me too. Below are some books out of the
countless 1000's written about World War II that have made
an impression over the years.

Adolf

The Rise And Fall Of Adolf Hitler by William L. Shirer.
For my generation, all scholarship on Nazi Germany begins with Shirer. I ordered an abridged version of this work while still in grammar school
and devoured it, mesmerized by the author's portrait of a man whom I regarded for many years as the embodiment of pure evil. My perspective
on Hitler and the Nazis has matured significantly since then, but I owe my lifelong fascination with the history of WWII
to Dad's involvement and to William Shirer.

Tarawa

Tarawa: The Incredible Story of One of World War II's Bloodiest Battles by Robert Sherrod.
Covering the first frontal assault on a heavily defended atoll in the war, Sherrod discards the
newsman's objectivity to produce a graphic account of the Tarawa storming in Gilbert Islands archipelago.
He adopts the Marine outlook of "always forward, never retreat". Failing that, the credo becomes
"hold the line". On Day Five, after the island is "secured", Sherrod impassively catalogues
the human cost on both sides to capture territory totalling less than one square mile.

Highlander

The Forgotten Highlander by Alistair Urquhart.
Memoir of a Scottish POW and survivor of the Bataan Death March, slave labor force that built the Burma-to-Siam
railway line (immortalized in the David Lean epic The Bridge On The River Kwai),
"Hellfire Pass", sinking of the Kachidoki Maru troop ship that claimed 244 of the author's comrades, and eyewitness to
dropping of the H-bomb on Nagasaki Aug. 9, 1945. I never thought I'd read a more horrific account
of Japan's barbarity and sadism towards captured Allied soldiers than Gavin Dawes' Prisoners of the Japanese,
but Urquhart's account surpassed that for a new low in gruesomeness and savagery. That the author still reached
the ripe age of 97 is a stark testament to his inner strength and will to overcome the most unimaginable
torture and privation at hands of Japanese and Korean prison guards. I actually felt ashamed for
griping over the occasional annoyances of my pampered, 21st-century existence.