Joe Foss flew planes in WWII for his own "Flying Circus." He is credited with the same number of shot down planes as Eddie Rickenbacker in WWI, something he didn't really think was that impressive. He was just doing his job and trying to fight off the enemy.
I was wondering about the language in it. Most of the time, the memoirs I've read from a pilot's point of view had a more reflective tone. I got the impression of some underlying animosity for the "Japs" that I wasn't used to. Most pilot memoirs portray a mutual respect for those they shared the air with. That became clear when I got to the end of the book and realized the war wasn't over yet. No wonder he had so much resentment for the enemy. The war was still going on, and his friends were still dying.
The book definitely could have used a postscript. For goodness' sake, this man did so much more with his life. A quick search not only told me that he got his wish to get back to the war, but he was also involved in many other things after it, including becoming governor of South Dakota. Sure, the initial text was written in 1943, but the publication date on my Kindle version is showing 2022. Foss died in 2003, so there's really no excuse to not have a follow-up to his life.
If you want a no-nonsense perspective of a Medal of Honor recipient during the conflict, this is a great place to get it. Foss tells it like it is, and I appreciate that. Good Book!
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