We Die Alone: A WWII Epic of Escape and Endurance by David Howarth
I read this book while growing up and didn’t remember the title, or some of the specific details, but the overall story stuck with me. And some specific events I’ve never forgotten.
Then, a couple of years ago, I stumbled across the book and was thrilled to have the author & title of that book I’d remembered. I devoured it more than read it, and found that it was as entrancing as I’d remembered. Not because of smooth storytelling or beautiful passages, but because the story is so gripping.