Louis Zamperini tended to push limits (not in a positive way) as a young boy and the pranks of his youth could have, and by all accounts should have, gotten him arrested. Thankfully that was not the case. It was through the love and ability of the older brother to redirect the force of energy within the younger “fleet of foot” brother in a different direction. That being track. It was a natural progression since Louis had been running anyway and just barely ahead of the law.
Being a track star brought him the recognition that he wanted and really did propel him to make different choices. Was he still a rounder? Yes but it did not result in jail time. He participated in the 1936 Olympic game, did not medal but did meet Hitler personally, and could have been a legitimate contender for that next Summer Olympics. However, that chance for his second Olympics was interrupted by WWII.
The first bombardier crew with which he served is legendary but the final bombardier was not fit for service, was used for spare parts, but that crew was ordered to take it out on a recovery mission. They crashed, some survived in a raft in the middle of the ocean for months, only to be “rescued” and taken to the first in a series of prison camps.
Zamperini was a survivor many times over as a Japanese prisoner of war and in one camp appeared to be singled out for extra measure of torture. However, even in these POW camps, he was party to some interesting episodes that I would not have thought possible and resilience is an understatement given the circumstances. The daily “salute” to the emperor was my personal favorite. Dysentery created humor.
Even after the years of brutality, physical and mental torture (some to the delight of the tormentors) in the Japanese war camps, his body did not succumb to further health injustice later in life which was years after the war ended, living into his 90s. His physical strength carried him only to a point and his survival is no accident as I came to realize towards the end of the book.
I am always drawn to historical novels, fiction and non-fiction, but this author has a writing style that draws you into the factual history of one Louis Zamperini and to those with whom he will always be connected, that shared a piece of history that we can only garner in the words wrenched from those who lived it, endured it, and survived it to live again but forever changed.
Many parts were difficult for me to read but I am relieved to say, it was well worth my temporary discomfort which pails miserably, wordlessly, to the real world discomforts shared with us in this book.