Too bad Clint Eastwood didn’t produce it instead of Joilie.
Typical Hollywood stunt.
Devil at My Heels (Google eBook)
Louis Zamperini, David Rensin
Harper Collins, Oct 6, 2009 - Biography & Autobiography - 336 pages
70 Reviews
An “inspirational” and “extraordinary” memoir of one of the most courageous of the greatest generation, Devil at My Heels is a must-read for anyone who read and loved Unbroken: A World War II Story of Survival, Resilience, and Redemption by Lauren Hillenbrand. Now with a new foreword exclusive to the ebook edition, in which Louis Zamperini reflects on his life through 2010 and being the subject of Hillenbrand’s critically acclaimed biography.
A juvenile delinquent, a world class NCAA miler, a 1936 Olympian, a WWII bombardier: Louis Zamperini had a fuller than most, when it changed in an instant. On May 27, 1943, his B–24 crashed into the Pacific Ocean. Louis and two other survivors found a raft amid the flaming wreckage and waited for rescue. Instead, they drifted two thousand miles for forty–seven days. Their only food: two shark livers and three raw albatross. Their only water: sporadic rainfall. Their only companions: hope and faith–and the ever–present sharks. On the forty–seventh day, mere skeletons close to death, Zamperini and pilot Russell Phillips spotted land–and were captured by the Japanese. Thus began more than two years of torture and humiliation as a prisoner of war.
Zamperini was threatened with beheading, subject to medical experiments, routinely beaten, hidden in a secret interrogation facility, starved and forced into slave labour, and was the constant victim of a brutal prison guard nicknamed the Bird–a man so vicious that the other guards feared him and called him a psychopath. Meanwhile, the Army Air Corps declared Zamperini dead and President Roosevelt sends official condolences to his family, who never gave up hope that he was alive.
Somehow, Zamperini survived and he returned home a hero. The celebration was short–lived. He plunged into drinking and brawling and the depths of rage and despair. Nightly, the Bird’s face leered at him in his dreams. It would take years, but with the love of his wife and the power of faith, he was able to stop the nightmares and the drinking.
A stirring memoir from one of the greatest of the “Greatest Generation,” Devil at My Heels is a living document about the brutality of war, the tenacity of the human spirit, and the power of forgiveness.
From Booklist
Zamperini and Rensin devote three-quarters of the former’s autobiography to his ups and downs before the influence of Billy Graham turned him around and he became a well-known inspirational speaker. A near delinquent in interwar Los Angeles, he nevertheless became a good enough runner to make the U.S. team for the 1936 Olympics. Later, serving in the Army Air Force in World War II, he survived six weeks adrift on a raft after his plane went down at sea and then, more than two years of particularly atrocious treatment as a prisoner of the Japanese. His postwar rehabilitation involved opportunities missed, money squandered, and sieges of alcoholism until Graham’s counsel took hold (he also credits his wife, paying her generous tribute). His book not only retells the interesting life story of a generation now passing from the scene but also adds significantly to knowledge of each of the kinds of experience he underwent. It will find readers and please them. Roland Green
Too bad Clint Eastwood didn’t produce it instead of Joilie.
Typical Hollywood stunt.
Stunt? It was all about World War II and the absolute hell that he went through. Billy Graham didn’t go through anything near what he went through. Billy Graham should not even be mentioned.