They were young when they left and jolly. They sang as they sailed down the Clyde, westwards towards the sun-burnished hills of the Mull of Kintyre. As the light faded across the water, one of them climbed the rigging and waved to a lonely figure standing on a mound by the shoreline. They didn't know where they were going. They didn't really care. They didn't want to fight. They hardly knew what the war was about. But they went, together, singing, to what lay before them. Here, distilled from the experiences and observaions of he author, who served in italy in the British infantry, is the story of those who fought and died at Anzio. Vessel Of Sadness Nothing has appeared since Erich Maria Remarque’s ALL QUIET ON THE WESTERN FRONT that can compare with this book’s ability to penetrate the minds of men at war.