Quentin Reynolds has been uneven in his writings; this I think ranks with The Wounded Don't Cry, at the top of his list. It has the punch -- and the drama -- and the tenderness -- and the human quality. Perhaps evidence of the way it struck me is this:- I was reading it on a suburban New-York-bound train; I walked rapidly through Grand Central, took the shuttle across to Times Square and was so absorbed that I rode back again to the Grand Central. To me the clamor of battle was more real than the clamor of subway rush hour....Where does it differ from other reporter's stories of the moment in which all of us are surfeited? First, in sense of selection of material from the wealth with which he was doubtless confronted, and ability to present it so as to give color and pace, without sacrificing accuracy of detail and a feel of an overall picture; second, the realization of the importance of conveying the significance of the Dieppe raid as a ""dress rehearsal"" and part of the answer to the demand for a second front. Profiles of the leaders -- bits about men as well as officers -- cross sectioning events and people -- all earmark this for popular success. I thought it was swell!