I've read a few war memoirs and I feel that none have topped this one so far.
The other war memoirs I've read have been quite captivating, but after reading Chickenhawk they feel pretty detached and kind of impersonal. The authors kind of "go through the motions" in describing their combat operations, and you get the sense that they leave a lot of things unsaid. It could perhaps be a matter of different mindsets, a sense of personal decorum that provides a different filter for one's experiences, or the need to preserve the memory of the people they served with, but to me Chickenhawk felt like the first no bullshit war memoir I've read, the first one where I've felt like the author was baring his soul and telling me exactly what he was feeling and what he was going through without any bullshit.
This may as well be a general war memoir thread. Post your favourites here.
>>9622290
Also Fireforce: One Man's War in The Rhodesian Light Infantry
>>9622328
On the topic of Rhodesia, Mukiwa is great too.
>>9622328
What's so great about it?
>>9622345
The Black March is extremely gritty and sort of reminds me of platoon as it has a huge training sequence before they get dumped on the eastern front.
Fireforce is much more naive (initially, he is writing from an Australian bar as a man with no nation), and from the perspective of a Rhodesian liberal who got drafted into a hunter-killer squad.
Both have perspectives outside the typical Tim O'Brien/Audie Murphy burger tales