Douglas MacArthur was a man of astounding opposites which seem to grow more numerous with each page I flip.
An astounding leader, who stood up in the open to count the number of enemy bombers flying overhead as they dropped their payloads all around him; yet his troops called him “Dugout Doug”. Ouch.
The man was about as conceited as is humanly possible. But he had the goods to back it up.
The book itself is written exceedingly well; it reads like a novel, delving into the backgrounds of the individuals and the thinking behind decisions and reactions. I think I will be picking up other books by William Manchester in the future…