reading with the Casey I Can't Forget (page 515), as another newspaper man (A P pondent) shares his personal experiences in the Balkan campaign, -- what he saw, what he heard, what he ""smelled"". An arresting book, for its very starkness of presentation, written at white heat of indignation and disillusionment, -- eager that apathetic America, some 4000 miles away, should sense in some degree, the horrible conditions of modern invasion, the appalling ignorance of the natives as to what had happened at headquarters, the terror of roads crowded with fleeing, the bombing of hospitals, the stupidity of those at the top. Fiercely personal, occasionally lightened with bits of almost hysterical relief, but superb reading. He was in the evacuation of Belgrade, he got to Budna by sardine boat, to Corfu, to Corinth, to Egypt, to Capetown -- and home. Revealing glimpses of futile resistance to the war machine.