There were a lot of things I really liked about this book. The story itself was pretty incredible. Plus, it was about the Philippines and World War II, two of my major interests. But, Bob Welch seemed at times more intent on bashing US occupation of the Philippines and America’s treatment of Filipinos, than telling Conner’s story. Maybe that was a reflection of Conner himself, who seemed pretty self-righteous in his journal entries. But, in this era of multicultural brainwashing, that is to be expected. Anglosphere cultures are bad and evil, while native cultures are peaceful and wonderful. Welch even said that about the Negritos (the indigenous peoples of the Philippines) that they were “peace-loving.” Then, he goes on to tell stories of these tribes constantly warring among each other.
Also, the theme of the evils of colonialism was a little tired. I lived in the Philippines for two years, and that country has some serious problems. From Conner’s descriptions of Manila during the years just before the war, it doesn’t necessarily seem like things have gotten better for the Philippines post-US occupation.
But, I did fly through the book because underneath the liberal preaching, there was an incredible story of survival and courage.