I Had Been Writing Professionally Since 1988

At That Moment, Something Shifted Sweetly Inside Him. It Was Forgiveness, Beautiful And Effortless And Complete. For Louie Zamperini, The War Was Over.

For Me, Being A Writer Was Never A Choice. I Was Born One. All Through My Childhood I Wrote Short Stories And Stuffed Them In Drawers. I Wrote On Everything. I Didn't Do My Homework So I Could Write

Though All Three Men Faced The Same Hardship, Their Differing Perceptions Of It Appeared To Be Shaping Their Fates. Louie And Phil's Hope Displaced Their Fear And Inspired Them To Work Toward Their Survival, And Each Success Renewed Their Physical And Emotional Vigor. Mac's Resignation Seemed To Paralyze Him And The Less He Participated In Their Efforts To Survive, The More He Slipped. Though He Did The Least, As The Days Passed, It Was He Who Faded The Most. Louie And Phil's Optimism, And Mac's Hopelessness, Were Becoming Self-fulfilling.

Finally, I Wish To Remember The Millions Of Allied Servicemen And Prisoners Of War Who Lived The Story Of The Second World War. Many Of These Men Never Came Home; Many Others Returned Bearing Emotional And Physical Scars That Would Stay With Them For The Rest Of Their Lives. I Come Away From This Book With The Deepest Appreciation For What These Men Endured, And What They Scarified, For The Good Of Humanity. It Is To Them That This Book {unbroken} Is Dedicated.

Fatigue Is What We Experience, But It Is What A Match Is To An Atomic Bomb.