Jim Richardson was born and grew up in the Depression-era South. By age fifteen he was the sole support of his family, driving for a bootlegger in the swamps and farmland of North Florida near Sarasota. Outfoxing "revenuers" was a daily game in which no-one was ever hurt, and success meant bread on the table. Learning to anticipate what the adversary was likely to do held the author in good stead when war came. As young Lieutenant Richardson tells...