Collins & Lapierre weave a tapestry of shattered hopes, valor & fierce pride as the Arabs, Jews & British collide in their fight for control of Jerusalem. O Jerusalem! meticulously recreates this historic struggle. It penetrates the battle from the inside, exploring each party's interests, intentions & concessions as the city of their dreams teeters on the brink of destruction. From the Jewish fighters & their heroic commanders to the Arab chieftain whose death in battle doomed his cause along with the Mufti of Jerusalem's support for Hitler and the extermination of the Jews, but inspired a generation of Palestinians, O Jerusalem! tells the 3-dimensional story of this high-stakes, emotional conflict.

    At a remote English public school in Devon the debilitated veteran, himself barely out of his teens, decides temporarily to try his hand at teaching while striving to awaken from the nightmare of World War I -- the national catastrophe that sweeps England out of the comfortable certainties of the Victorian Age into the moral perplexities and harsh economic realities of more modern times.

    Since that time, books such as Richard Plant's The Pink Triangle (and Martin Sherman's play Bent) have illuminated this nearly lost history. Heinz Heger's first-person account, The Men with the Pink Triangle, was one of the first books on the topic and remains one of the most important. In 1939, Heger, a Viennese university student, was arrested and sentenced to prison for being a "degenerate." Within weeks he was transported to Sachsenhausen, a concentration camp in East Germany, and forced to wear a pink triangle to show that his crime was homosexuality. He remained there, under horrific conditions, until the end of the war in 1945. The power of The Men with the Pink Triangle comes from Heger's sparse prose and his ability to recall--and communicate--the smallest resonant details. The pain and squalor of everyday camp life--the constant filth, the continuous presence of death, and the unimaginable cruelty of those in command--are all here. But Heger's story would be unbearable were it not for the simple courage he and others used to survive and, having survived, that he bore witness. This book is harrowing but necessary reading for everyone concerned about gay history, human rights, or social justice. --Michael Bronski

    In We Were Soldiers Once & Young, the fighting lasted three days. In The Village, one Marine squad fought for 495 days-half of them died.Few American battles have been so extended, savage and personal. A handful of Americans volunteered to live among six thousand Vietnamese, training farmers to defend their village. Such "Combined Action Platoons" (CAPs) are now a lost footnote about how the war could have been fought; only the villagers remain to bear witness. This is the story of fifteen resolute young Americans matched against two hundred Viet Cong; how a CAP lived, fought and died. And why the villagers remember them to this day.

    S. Benbencula was already old. Yet even she was needed to protect the vital Atlantic sea lanes. Commander Lindsay, her new captain, had to work desperately to mould the ship's company — raw recruits and old timers — into a fighting force. And better than anyone, Lindsay knew this could be his last command, his last chance.

    At St Nazaire, on March 28th, 1942 at 1.34 am, the destroyer HMS Campbeltown, with her Oerlikons blazing at the enemy guns only a few yards away, crashed with terrific force into one of the enormous lock gates of the Normandie Dock. Operation Chariot had reached its climax. Its object was to destroy the essential gear of the largest dock in the world, so that it could not be used by German battleships, and it was brilliantly successful in its main purpose. The story of the assault, under a storm of enemy fire at point-blank range which set the sea itself on fire, and of the heroism of the men in the 'little ships' raid, carried out by Royal Navy forces - no fewer than five VC's were awarded - is one of the most thrilling and vivid to come out of any war. 'Exciting and moving account of a great epic' - "Observer".

    The letters vividly recreate a period of American history unparalleled for its drama and poignancy. From reviews of the first edition: No story in America's history has been so often told, or has so well stood the retelling, as that of the Old South and its destruction. But Robert Manson Myers's splendid [book] tells it as it has not been told before, in the fullness of its poignancy and tragedy. -Madison Jones, New York Times Book Review A great and indispensable book. -Jonathan Yardley, New Republic A Gone with the Wind saga...This book is superb. -Clarence E. Olson, St. Louis Post Dispatch The Children of Pride is family reconstruction on a grand scale. It demonstrates how the editing of sources can become, in the hands of an imaginative scholar, the work of creative history. -Citation for the 1973 National Book Award in History. The original version of The Children of Pride was the winner of the 1973 National Book Award in History.It was also named among the best books of 1972 by the American Library Association and by the New York Times Book Review, Saturday Review, Time, Washington Post, and Newsweek.

    Kessel, a member of the French Resistance, was arrested by the SS at age 23. He was tortured, sent to work in mines, and dumped into a series of work and death camps. While he was being hung, the rope miraculously broke, so he was sentenced to be shot. Instead, he fooled his captors by assuming the identity of another prisoner and lived to tell the tale.

    The war has ended, but for Blam the town is haunted with its presence, and memories of its dead: Aaron Grün, the hunchbacked watchmaker; Eduard Fiker, a lamp merchant; Jakob Mentele, a stove fitter; Arthur Spitzer, a grocer who played amateur soccer and had non-Jewish friends; and Sándor Vértes, a communist lawyer. They stand before him as ever, but they are only the ghosts in Blam's mind. Accompanying the others are Blam's family and his best friend, all of whom perished in the infamous Novi Sad raid in January 1942. Blam lives. He seeks no revenge, no retribution. His life is a spectator's-made all the more agonizing by the clarity with which he sees the events around him. The silhouettes of the dead pass before him, and he incorporates what would have been their daily lives into his own. And in telling the story of one man's life after the war, Ti

    With a clarity and insight unrivaled by any author before it or since, Frances FitzGerald illustrates how America utterly and tragically misinterpreted the realities of Vietnam.

    Continuous warfare became an accepted way of life in the Victorian era, and in the process the size of the British Empire quadrupled.But engrossing as these small wars are—and they bristle with bizarre, tragic, and often humorous incident—it is the officers and men who fought them that dominate this book. With their courage, foolhardiness, and eccentricities, they are an unforgettable lot.

    Constantly cited since its first publication in English (with translations into Spanish and Dutch), this revised updated second edition includes new sources and references but otherwise remains faithful to the original edition. First Edition Hb (1972): 0-521-08462-8 First Edition Pb (1975): 0-521-09907-2

    The battle for the Pacific rages. The most destructive subs in the U.S. Navy are dispatched to Bungo Suido in the Yellow Sea to harass and destroy enemy troop ships--a near-suicide mission in the very heart of Japan's home waters. Reissue.

    Two million tons of bombs were dropped on one million people. Fred Branfman, an educational advisor living in Laos at the time, interviewed over 1,000 Laotian survivors. Shocked by what he heard and saw, he urged them to record their experiences in essays, poems, and pictures. Voices from the Plain of Jars was the result of that effort.    When first published in 1972, this book was instrumental in exposing the bombing. In this expanded edition, Branfman follows the story forward in time, describing the hardships that Laotians faced after the war when they returned to find their farm fields littered with cluster munitions—explosives that continue to maim and kill today.

    The war doesn't seem real to Rosemarie until the Germans suddenly invade her country of Holland, and she finds herself hauled off to a Nazi concentration camp.

    In so doing he reversed the trends of recent historiography which has concentrated primarily on examining the social and economic context of that great upheaval."Dawson underlines the fact that the Revolution was not animated by democratic ideals but rather reflected an authoritarian liberalism often marked by a fundamental contempt for the populace, described by Voltaire as "the 'canaille' that is not worthy of enlightenment and which deserves its yoke." The old Christian order had stressed a common faith and common service shared by nobles and peasants alike but Rousseau "pleads the cause of the individual against society, the poor against the rich, and the people against the privileged classes." It is Rousseau whom Dawson describes as the spiritual father of the new age in disclosing a new spirit of revolutionary idealism expressed in liberalism, socialism and anarchism. But the old unity was not replaced by a new form. Dawson insists the whole period following the Revolution is "characterized by a continual struggle between conflicting ideologies," and the periods of relative stabilization such as the Napoleonic restoration, Victorian liberalism in England, and capitalist imperialism in the second German empire "have been compromises or temporary truces between two periods of conquest." This leads to his assertion that "the survival of western culture demands unity as well as freedom, and the great problem of our time is how these two essentials are to be reconciled."This reconciliation will require more than technological efficiency for "a free society requires a higher degree of spiritual unity than a totalitarian one. Hence the spiritual integration of western culture is essential to its temporal survival." It is to Christianity alone that western culture "must look for leadership and help in restoring the moral and spiritual unity of our civilization," for it alone has the influence, "in ethics, in education, in literature, and in social action" sufficiently strong to achieve this end.

    

    Prefaces by Michael McCone and Don T. Nakanishi. The days following the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor were dark days of the American spirit. Unable to strike back effectively against the Japanese Empire, Americans in the Western states lashed out at fellow citizens and resident aliens of Japanese ancestry. Executive Order 9066, signed by President Roosevelt on February 19, 1942, was the instrument that allowed military commanders to designate areas "from which any or all persons may be excluded." Under this order all Japanese and Americans of Japanese ancestry were removed from Western coastal regions to guarded camps in the interior. Former Supreme Court Justice Tom C. Clark, who represented the Department of Justice in the "relocation," writes in the Epilogue to this book: "The truth is--as this deplorable experience proves--that constitutions and laws are not sufficient of themselves. Despite the unequivocal language of the Constitution of the United States that the writ of habeas corpus shall not be suspended, and despite the Fifth Amendment's command that no person shall be deprived of life, liberty or property without due process of law, both of these constitutional safeguards were denied by military action under Executive Order 9066."

    Thirty years after its publication, Ferol Egan's now classic tale continues to enlighten and engage readers.

    Or explain the exodus, or show the spirit of a people or record the hallelujah of the homecoming. He went to find out why it happened. How it happened and. Above all, to see for himself what stange hope drove a hopeless people on the Pakistani solders have made sure that every street corner and every swamp in Bangladesh will bear its own memorial. That every family for generations will have its own tale to tell of a sacrificial offering to freedom. What comes out of this book. In its four major sections, is the utter meaninglessness of it all. We have seen before pictures of a raped woman_ but the face of the Bengali woman that parekh shot for the first section is the face of one who now lives in a world where neither forgiveness nor pain nor memory can ever enter. It is a face at the very edge of suffering a suffering denied its own understanding. The family of refugees is caught as if the photographer had been privileged to keep his camera open on a nightmare this family lacks even the innate cohesiveness that binds people together in flight. Not only do they have no direction as a group. But each one of them. In the way in which a leg is seen raised as if walking on its own. Suggests that theirs is a world without a center. Or perhaps they have seen so many dismembered legs they are no longer sure for how many miles more they can call. Their legs their own. This the story of the ultimate dispossession. Contrast however, the picture in the section on the renewal of the liberation struggle, which shows a group of Mukti Bahini youth. Note the eyes of the old man earlier in the book. Between the two pictures lies not a generation gap but the essence of the difference¬ between despair and renewal. The young men with their rifles have no certainty of victory –only the certainty that they can now live no other way. The section on liberation that ends this saga is exactly as it must have been for those who had left Bangladesh with no hope of return, we will remember not the feet walking on a field of flowers, but the family arriving near their hut. And there, crouching, a young girl who as long as she lives will search for the killer in the dark. These photographs describe the shudder of nine months lived at zero level .THE FULL STORY OF BANGLADESH CAN NEVER BE TOLD.EVEN IN MAN’S VOCABULARY OF HORROR THERE ARE NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE THE BRUTALITY OF THE PAKISTANI ARMY AGAINST ITS BENGALI BROTHERS. IT LASTED NINE NIGHTMARSH MONTHS. THERE IS NO PARALLEL IN HISTORY FOR THE CUMULATIVE SCALE OF ATROCITIES BY THE PAKISTANI ARMY BETWEEN MARCH 25, 1971, WHEN NEGOTIATIONS FOR AN AUTONOMOUS EAST BENGAL BROKE DOWN, AND DECEMBER 17, 1971, WHEN THE BANGLADESH FLAG WAS RAISED IN DACCA.IT WAS NOT JUST A CASUAL FLING OF DEATH LIKE THE HOLOCAUST OF HIROSHIMA. IT WENT BEYOND THE CLINICAL CRUELTY OF THE BELSEN CONCENTRATION CAMPS. DURING THOSE NINE MONTHS THE DEHUMANIZATION OF BANGLADESH DEFIED IMAGINATION: ONE OUT OF EVERY SEVEN EAST BENGALI FLED FROM HIS HOME – AND A TIDAL WAVE OF 10 MILLION PEOPLE WAS HURLED INTO REFUGEE CAMPS IN INDIA; AT LEAST TWO MILLION PEOPLE WERE WIPED OUT; THOUSANDS OF WOMEN WERE RAPED; THE MUTILATED AND THE MAIMED HAVE NOT BEEN COUNTED YET; AND GOD KNOWS HOW MANY CHILDREN HAVE BEEN IRREVOCABLY BROKEN BY THE TRAUMA OF TERROR.THE PEOPLE OF EAST BENGAL HAVE ALWAYS KNOWN THE WORLD AS HOSTILE AND UNPREDICTABLE. THEY HAVE KNOWN THE FURY OF CYCLONES, THE TYRANNY OF TYPHOONS, PRE-PARTION RIOTS, THE EXODUS OF PEOPLE AND, ABOVE ALL, PITILESS FAMINES. THEN, THROUGH THE LAST 25 YEARS OF WEST PAKISTANI RULE, THEY HAD SEEN THEIR “SONAR BANGLA” (GOLDEN BENGAL) DRAINED OF ITS PLENITUDE FROM THE JUTE FIELDS AND THE BOUNTY OF ITS TEA ESTATES DISAPPEAR TO A NEVER-NEVER LAND CALLED WEST PAKISTAN 1,000 MILES AWAY. TIES OF ISLAM, THE BENGALIS WERE TAUGHT, BOUND THEM TO THE STRANGER WHO CAME AS A BROTHER, SPEAKING NOT THEIR SOFT NATIVE TONGUE BUT STRIDENT URDU. WERE THESE THEIR BROTHERS, THESE TALL FAIRER MEN WHO DESPISED THEIR RICE-AND-FISH CULTURE AND WHO SCORNED THEIR PLAINTIVE BOAT SONGS? WERE THESE THE PEOPLE TO WHOM THEY HAD HANDED THEIR POST-COLONIAL DESTINY?FOR 25 YEARS THE EAST BENGALIS BENT WITH THE WIND THAT BLEW FROM THE WEST. YOU HAVE ONLY TO SEE THEIR EYES IN THESE PHOTOGRAPHS, TO LOOK AT THE WAY THEIR LIMBS HAVE TAKEN ON THE CONTOURS OF THE PRESSURES APPLIED ON THEM, TO KNOW THAT, MORE THAN ANY OTHER AGRICULTURAL PEOPLE IN THE WORLD, THEIR ENTIRE UNDERSTANDING OF LIFE IS BASED ON ACCEPTANCE.AND THEN, AT THE END OF 1969, TO THESE PEOPLE WAS GIVEN A MIDDLE-AGED MAN WITH A KIND OF STRANGE FIRE IN HIS TYPICALLY ROUNDED BENGALI BELLY, AND A STRANGE RING OF ANGER IN HIS MUSICAL BENGALI TONGUE THAT MAN IS SHEIKH MUJIBUR RAHMAN. SHEIKH MUJIB, WITH ALMOST BIBLICAL SIMPLICITY, OFFERED THE BENGALIS ONLY ONE WORD: BANGLADESH. BUT IN THAT WORD HE GAVE THEM NO MORE AND NO LESS THAN THEMSELVES, THE KNOWLEDGE THAT THEY WERE CHILDREN OF BENGAL. NO WONDER THAT THE WEST PAKISTANIS FELT, FOR THE FIRST TIME, A SHIVER OF FEAR. “THOSE BLOODY BENGALI BASTARDS” HAD BEEN STRUCK BY A NEW KIND OF PLAGUE. THE GENERALS SMELLED ARSON AND REVOLT: THE BENGALIS HAD THE FIRST FLASH OF A NEW CONSCIOUSNESS.FOR THIS THEY GAVE BACK TO MUJIB, BY A VOTE AS ABSOLUTE AS ANY POLITICAL LEADER CAN EVER GET THE AUTHORITY TO NEGOTIATE ON THEIR BEHALF FOR A NEW LIFE. MUJIB ASKED GENERAL YAHYA KHAN ONLY ONE THING: TO BE ALLOWED TO BEAR RESPONSIBILITY FOR THE BENGALIS’ OWN FUTURE. HIS PLEA WAS COUCHED IN SIX POINTS. NONE OF THESE PROCLAIMED AN INDEPENDENT NATION. THE PLEA WAS ESSENTIALLY A PACKAGE WITHIN THE FRAMEWORK OF PAKISTAN. THE GENERAL DID NOT SAY NO. AS THE TALKS WENT ON, HIS TROOPS WERE MOVING IN. HE PLANNED TO LET THEM LOOSE WITH ONE TERSE COMMAND: “CRUSH THE REBELLION.” HE DIDN’T WAANT TO KNOW HOW THEY WOULD SET ABOUT IT. ON MARCH 25 HE FLEW BACK TO PAKISTAN.KISHOR PAREKH WENT TO BANGLADESH WITH NO PRESUMPTION THAT HE WOULD ANNOTATE THE GENOCIDE, OR EXPLAIN THE EXODUS, OR SHOW THE SPIRIT OF A PEOPLE, OR RECORD THE HALLELUJAH OF THE HOMECOMING. HE WENT TO FIND OUT WHY IT HAPPENED, HOW IT HAPPENED AND, ABOVE ALL, TO SEE FOR HIMSELF WHAT STRANGE HOPE DROVE A HOPELESS PEOPLE ON. THE PAKISTANI SOLDIERS HAVE MADE SURE THAT EVERY STREET CORNER AND EVERY SWAMP IN BANGLADESH WILL BEAR ITS OWN MEMORIAL; THAT EVERY FAMILY FOR GENERATIONS WILL HAVE ITS OWN TALE OF TELL OF A SACRIFICIAL OFFERING TO FREEDOM.WHAT COMES OUT OF THIS BOOK, IN ITS FOUR MAJOR SECTIONS, IS THE UTTER MEANINGLESSNESS OF IT ALL. WE HAVE SEEN BEFORE PICTURES OF A RAPED WOMAN- BUT THE FACE OF THE BENGALI WOMAN THAT PAREKH SHOT FOR THE FIRST SECTION IS THE FACE OF ONE WHO NOW LIVES IN A WORLD WHERE NEITHER FORGIVESS NOR PAIN NOR MEMORY CAN EVER ENTER. IT IS A FACE AT THE VERY EDGE OF SUFFERING- A SUFFERING DENIED ITS OWN UNDERSTANDING.THE FAMILY OF REFUGEES IS CAUGHT AS IF THE PHOTOGRAPHER HAD BEEN PRIVILEGED TO KEEP HIS CAMERA OPEN ON A NIGHTMARE. THIS FAMILY LACKS EVEN THE INNATE COHESIVENESS THAT BINDS PEOPLE TOGETHER IN FLIGHT. NOT ONLY DO THEY HAVE NO DIRECTION AS A GROUP, BUT EACH ONE OF THEM, IN THE WAY IN WHICH A LEG IS SEEN RAISED AS IF WALKING ON ITS OWN, SUGGESTS THAT THEIRS IS A WORLD WITHOUT A CENTER. OR PERHAPS THEY HAVE SEEN SO MANY DISMEMBERED LEGS THEY CAN CALL THEIR LEGS THEIR OWN. THIS IS THE STORY OF THE ULTIMATE DISPOSSESSION.CONTRAST, HOWEVER, THE PICTURE IN THE SECTION ON THE RENEWAL OF THE LIBERATION STRUGGLE, WHICH SHOWS A GROUP OF MUKTI BAHINI YOUTH. NOTE THE EYES OF THE FREEDOM FIGHTERS AND COMPARE THEM WITH THE EYES OF THE OLD MAN EARLIER IN THE BOOK. BETWEEN THE TWO PICTURES LIES NOT A GENERATION GAP BUT THE ESSENCE OF THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN DESPAIR AND RENEWAL. THE YOUNG MEN WITH THEIR RIFLES HAVE NO CERTAINTY OF VICTORY ONLY THE CERTAINTY THAT THEY CAN NOW LIVE NO OTHER WAY.THE SECTION ON LIBERATION THAT ENDS THIS SAGA IS EXACTLY AS IT MUST HAVE BEEN FOR THOSE WHO HAD LEFT BANGLADESH WITH NO HOPE OF RETURN. WE WILL REMEMBER NOT THE FEET WALKING ON A FIELD OF FLOWERS, BUT THE FAMILY ARRIVING NEAR THEIR HUT. AND THERE, CROUCHING, A YOUNG GIRL WHO AS LONG AS THE LIVES WILL SEARCH FOR THE KILLER IN THE DARK.THESE PHOTOGRAPHS DESCRIBE THE SHUDDER OF NINE MONTHS LIVED AT ZERO LEVEL .- S. Mulgaokar (Introduction)I WOULD LIKE TO THANK THE FOLLOWING, WHO MADE THIS BOOK POSSIBLE:S. MULGAOKAR FOR THE INTRODUCTION;WERNER HAHN, ART DIRECTOR;ARTHUR KAN FOR MAKING THE PRINTS;GENEREAL SUPPORT: JOHNNY GATBONTON, KEITH HOWELL, VICTOR ANANT, DINSHAW BALSARA AND JOHN WALEY - Kishor Parekh

    Setsuko and Naomi, classmates and friends living in a bombed-out city, sort through their individual beliefs: "two girls, seventeen and fifteen at their next birthday, and though their real lives had yet to begin they were talking like old folk lost in reminiscences. Or perhaps this was their old age, for the hour of their death was near, as they well knew." Everyone close to Setsuko is dead as a result of the war, yet she believes in the war unquestioningly and writes letters to soldiers on the front urging them to fight to the finish. Naomi's father is imprisoned because of his anti-war beliefs and she struggles to find justification for war. Over the course of the novel, through flashbacks that occur within sentences or paragraphs, the horrors of the war are brought painfully to life and each young woman questions her own stand. Who is more patriotic? What are the rules of war when it is in your front yard? Shizuko Go, herself a survivor of the bombing of Yokohama, has written a devastating and important novel. -- For great reviews of books for girls, check out Let's Hear It for the Girls: 375 Great Books for Readers 2-14. -- From 500 Great Books by Women; review by Holly Smith

    A rebellious teen-ager goes back in time to Liverpool during World War II and views her own mother's adolescence and her aunt's tragic romance.

    S. intervention in the Viet Nam war. Ellsberg believed that the war needed both to be resisted and understood. His papers helped to define both U. S. policies and strategies.

    In this remarkable book, Gerald Summers describes his childhood passion for nature, with an exact and loving eye for the characteristics of insects, birds, small mammals and domestic animals -- a passion that eventually fixed itself on Cressida, a small, fiercely independent and remarkably devoted falcon, who came into his life just before he was sent to Tunisia in the Second World War. Summers related the experiences of this bizarre pair -- a young naturalist in uniform and a wild falcon -- who shared together the hardships and dangers of war and the privations of German POW camps. How Cressida saved Summers' life during the Tunisian fighting, how she managed to defeat a Gestapo officer, how she helped her human companion to escape from the Germans and attempt to make his way back to the Allied lines through Italy is all told in a warm, witty and loving book that is reminiscent of vintage Durrell. More than most nature books, The Lure of the Falcon is about the rare and wonderful relationship that can sometimes grow between a human being and a wild animal -- a relationship of equals, of friends, of creatures who understand each other's point of view. Like Gavin Maxwell's otters and Joy Adamson's Elsa, Gerald Summers' kestrel Cressida is a creature of enduring fascination.

    Fought over a six-month period on and around an island few had ever heard of, and certainly one which neither the Japanese nor American high commands would have chosen for a battle ground, it included see-sawing encounters on land, vicious flighting in the air, and a series of the most deadly naval actions of modern times. Before it was over upwards of 26,000 men died there, and the many rusting hulls of sunken ships gave the once peaceful waters off the landing beaches a new name -- Ironbottom Sound.