This is an atmospheric experience that I read the first time in high school. You get pulled into worlds clouded with cigarette smoke and sweet with frying bacon and eggs. Jones does such a great job you can practically smell the perfume of the girls at the New Congress Hotel. All of this makes it so hard to stomach the mispronouced names and words by the narrator. Its like being shook awake out of a pleasant dream with cold water. It wrecks concentration and is just plain distracting.
Milt Warden, G Company, First Sergeant. I have known men of quality like him. I suspect James Jones did too.
The narrator has a fine voice, but who ever produced it needs a pronunciation guide to 1940s Americana, to say nothing of the lexicon of the US Army and soldiers.
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