The ending of this book had me in awe. The story, the reflection?all of it. However, if you get to the end of this book, you'll realize the last chapter is in a completely different voice from the rest?it's as though someone else wrote it. The rest of the book, while I appreciate hearing Wharton's war story, didn't come out right. It was rarely engaging, and, quite like a soldier, had a militant voice to it. The reason I kept reading the book was out of respect for the author's personal history. I almost felt obligated to finish the book; I lost interest, and I felt guilty for not finding myself absorbed. I only wish the entire book had the same charm as the last chapter.