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I found this book to be a great piece of history, it really makes you feel as if you were there, it also tells the horror of war and how it affects our solders no matter which war they might be in...I found it amazing that this man survived, years ago I saw Jess on a Tom Brokaw interview in Normandy on the 50 year anniversary of the invasion...he is one of the few living men from that day on the beach that we should never forget.

Phil

5.0 out of 5 stars Beyond War and the Big Red One, November 8, 2010 By Allan W. Howerton "Author, DEAR CAPTAIN, ET A... (Alexandria, VA USA) - See all my reviews.

This review is from: Warrior to Spiritual Warrior: The Soldiers Journey (Kindle Edition) . . .

On the page facing Chapter 1 of "Warrior to Spiritual Warrior" is a photo of two soldiers with their arms around each other. There are big smiles on their faces. Their summer khaki uniforms appear neat and clean. They are standing in grass up to their knees amid blossoms of wild flowers against a background of green foliage. They look like young men on a lark. But if you look closely their uniforms appear to be wet in spots. The caption of the picture reads: "Cpl. Jess Weiss and Sgt. Herb Siegal, on a cliff overlooking Omaha Beach, June 6, 1944 10 A.M."

Soon we learn that shortly before the photo was taken, Weiss, the lone survivor of his D-Day invasion squad, had met up with is buddy, Siegel, who had landed on a different LCI. He had then shot a German sniper out of a tree and retrieved his blank diary book and camera with which the photograph was taken by a passing soldier. Incredible? Could Weiss have misremembered? Was this seemingly relaxed picture taken at another time and place? I wondered until I remembered a photo of myself posing serenely beneath a gaping shell hole in the roof of a German house that my World War II unit used as a CP after our last battle along the Elbe River. Survival in war can bring on giddiness.

There is, however, nothing giddy about "Warrior to Spiritual Warrior." Seventeen pages beyond that photograph we are plunged into the diary Cpl. Weiss wrote into the blank pages of the German sniper's diary book beginning June 6, 1944 and ending September 27, 1944 with these words: "I hope they relieve us before we go into the attack." But there was no relief. Cpl. Weiss was severely wounded. The diary is a deft description of the life of a combat infantry soldier. But this is not really a book about soldiering. It is a story of the aftermath of warfare.

No war ever really ends for its combat soldiers. For Jess Weiss it was a continuous struggle from the moment shrapnel from a German 88 mm shell ripped into the right side of his body. A Horn and Hardart cashier who entered the Army before Pearl Harbor, Weiss lived through the First Division's (The Big Red One) North Africa and Sicily campaigns before storming Omaha Beach and advancing across France into Germany.

Suffering from what we now know as posttraumatic stress disorder (PTSD), Weiss endured a long period of hospitalization at Wala Wala, Washington far from his New York home and the wife he married just before entering the service. While earning a living in insurance he struggled with his war demons, endured alienation from his children, the death of a loved one, contemplation of suicide, and other wrenching events. Through it all he never talked about his combat experiences, which he later came to regret.

This intensely personal book, written at the age of ninety-three, following another about near-death experiences, is a tour of his spiritual journey to find the meaning of it all. It takes him through The Infinite Way philosophy of Joel S. Goldsmith, Christian Science, and finally into Spiritualism. To say more would spoil the suspense of his story and its resolution.

Weiss writes in the cadence of a native New Yorker speaking across a table of a Horn and Hardart Automat in the 1940s. But it is sixty-five years out and he is seeing his life anew in fresh perspective. This is not, save for the diary, a chronological autobiography. The time-line is sometimes wobbly but that is not a drawback. It dashes about like good conversation. In the end you will get the point: war ought to be avoided to the maximum possible and its consequences ought to be weighed much more than they are. Most importantly, those who endure it and survive ought to talk about it more than we of "the greatest generation" chose to do. By being silent we missed the chance to give voice to the terrible nature of war and its awful results.

Cpl. Weiss and I shared some experiences: We are both combat veterans and we both eventually wrote about the war. While he was counting money at Horn and Hardart in New York, I was serving hamburgers and coffee at White Castle restaurants not far away in Northern New Jersey. Back home we were both members of the American Veterans Committee, the progressive, idealistic WW II veterans association with the slogan "Citizens First, Veterans Second." Understandably, it failed. I shared a bit of his postwar trauma: turbulent nightmares and persistent consciousness of nearby low places to dive into in case of artillery fire. Having lost forty-two colleagues, I came back with a fear of commitment and following a plethora of failed romances, including one with a devout Christian Scientist much like Weiss's beloved wife, I didn't marry until thirteen years after the war. Yet that is scant comparison, as readers will know when they come to the end of Weiss's incomparable journey.

This book should be read by anyone interested in personal war stories. Readers with an interest in PTSD will find it valuable and a possible Rx for suicide because, even amid the darkness, Jess Weiss offers sustaining rays of light and hope. Help other customers find the most helpful reviews
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After reading the book's description and about the author on Amazon, I knew I should read this book. Returning home from Viet Nam, I also dealt with the "why me?' survivor's guilt that Mr. Weiss describes in this book. Although my service was in no way as traumatic as the author's, I suffered nevertheless, and like the author, I suffered in silence and in solitude. I spent almost eight angry years searching for something I knew to be missing. Like the author, I put my family through hell, but found my "way" with the help of my wife. Mr Weiss finds his "way" through a rigorous spiritual journey that he aptly describes in the book. The more I read, the more interested I became. It is an easy and worthy read and I found great joy in the book's ending.

This book is important for anyone trying to understand PTSD especially after World War II. It illuminates the struggle of the World War II veteran who never received the understanding of the emotional scars they brought back from the war. A necessary read.

If you ask ten different readers who have completed Jess Weiss's amazing memoir "Warrior to Spiritual Warrior" what it means to them, you are likely to get ten different opinions. World War Two and the Normandy Invasion? PTSD, Survivor Guilt and mysticism? These topics, including spousal bereavement, reconciliation with one's past and Christian Science plus much more are guaranteed to induce rumination long after the last page is turned! Jess Weiss brings you through his thoughts and feelings as a child, his distant relationships with both his father and two children that he was unable to overcome as well as his exceptionally traumatic W.W. II ordeal. The Big Red One On the identical day Weiss received the envelope containing his "Dependency Discharge," the December 7, 1941 Japanese sneak attack at Pearl Harbor occurred. Knowing it was canceled before even opening the document was an inauspicious harbinger for Weiss of the calamitous combat tour he would partake in as a member of the 16th Infantry Regiment. This was an element of the "First Infantry Division, more popularly known as the "Big Red One." The reader is introduced to Weiss's travails in experiencing anti Semitism in basic training, combat in North Africa and Sicily which would culminate in his participation in the June 6th, 1944 Normandy Invasion of France. As you will undoubtedly find with this memoir, Jess Weiss's unorthodox upbringing and the precarious world events of his time spontaneously coincided, climaxing in a day where close to 9,000 of his fellow soldiers would lose their lives alongside him.

For on that early June day, Weiss would watch after the LST landing ramp was lowered innumerable Nazi machine guns spit rapid fire full metal jacket death at him causing lifelong horrors. Weiss would explain why his mind would never forget the sights he saw as he waded through the waist-deep water watching his buddies fall alongside of him. As he both anticipated enemy bullets ripping lethal holes in him as well as watched the corpses of men floating who were alive only hours earlier, his subconscious was recording everything. Combat Trauma: A Personal Look at Long-Term Consequences Making his way to the beach as the surf turned red with his fellow soldier's blood, Weiss described what was psychologically happening to himself; "Your mind turns into a camera taking pictures and storing their negatives in your brain stem, but you don't develop them. You don't hang them out to dry. You never make sense of them, if there's any sense to be made. You go through the motions. You go to your church or your synagogue or your mosque. You praise God and salute the flag. You say your 23rd Psalm or your Lord's Prayer in the hope your undeveloped negatives will go away. You're a pretend guy walking around in some other guy's pretend clothes, living some other guy's pretend life; You convince yourself that he's you, which works most of the time, but the real you down there in the base of your brain is dormant, waiting for the right sound or sign to trigger something berserk. You clamp down on that guy. You clamp down on him real tight. And that just makes the berserker more berserk when he does break out. And he will. You're a real fun guy to grow up with."

This is one of the most apt descriptions of PTSD I have ever come across. If you do not understand what this author means by this explanation, read WTSW and you will understand the aforementioned completely! The author's parents were both born in America and although Jewish, nonreligious. Growing up initially in Pennsylvania and after his father filed for divorce, Jess Weiss, his mother and sister relocated to Sunnyside, Queens, N.Y. Besides himself, Weiss would have a grandmother affected by an Austrian-born German politician and chancellor of Germany from 1933 to 1945, and dictator of Nazi Germany from 1934 to 1945. His name was Adolf Hitler, a banal and bizarrely murderous dictator associated with the rise of fascism in Europe, World War II, and the Holocaust. The Fuehrer was one of the chief causes in what resulted in between almost 70 million fatalities, the deadliest conflict in human history. The Psychopathic God: Adolph Hitler It is also because of Adolf Hitler that made W.W II different than any war America has been involved in since. Hitler was a decorated German veteran of World War I and in 1919 joined the German Workers Party, the predecessor of the Nazi Party. Becoming its leader in 1923, Hitler attempted a coup d'état, which failed and resulted in his imprisonment. It was then that he wrote his memoir, "Mein Kampf." After his release in 1924, Hitler gained support of all of Germany by promoting Antisemitism, anti-Communist and Nazi propaganda.

Appointed chancellor in 1933, he created his "Third Reich" dictatorship whose stated aims were complete destruction of world Jewry, deemed "The Final Solution," and total Nazi control of continental Europe. W.W. II unofficially started in 1937 with the Japanese invasion of China. Hitler's foreign and domestic policies borrowed from Japan's military expansionism, which was called the "Greater East Asia Co Prosperity Sphere. Officially, W.W. II commenced for the record books on September 1st, 1939. On that day, while Jess Weiss was the "fastest nickel pitcher cashier" at "Horn & Hardart's," a Manhattan restaurant, Germany and the Soviet Union jointly invaded Poland and W.W. II was on. The reason America felt conscientiously compelled to enter this war was because the Axis Powers were bent on occupying and subjugating militarily the entire world and had to be stopped. Compared to the Korean or even the Vietnam War, where the "Domino Theory" of Communist revolutions would hypothetically spread if unchecked, Hitler put his ideas into practice. The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich: A History of Nazi Germany The Fuhrer promulgated that the "Aryan race," was the master race and all others were inferior. The Holocaust was the genocide of approximately 6 million European Jews, 20 million Soviets and millions of other Gypsies, homosexuals, people with disabilities, Jehovah's Witnesses and any other political and religious opponents of the Third Reich. Concentration camps were established in which inmates were used as slave labor until they died of exhaustion or disease.

Nazi Camps equipped with gas chambers were built and run for the purpose of systematic and cruel mass extermination. Nazi doctors were directed to use human subjects in sadistic medical experiments placing subjects in pressure chambers, testing drugs on them, freezing them, performing various amputations and other brutal surgeries. A war measured by the forces of good versus evil made this conflict one that simply had to be fought to forcibly stop inhumane outrages. With Jess Weiss's dependency discharge canceled following Japan's attack on Pearl Harbor, an immediate declaration of a state of war commenced between the U.S. and The Rising Sun. Hitler was not obligated to, but eagerly chose to declare war on America. The Fighting First: The Untold Story Of The Big Red One on D-Day In May of 1940 Hitler's forces attacked France, which surrendered on June 22, 1940. Britain's forces were forced to leave France by a dramatic sea rescue at Dunkirk but continued to fight Hitler. With France neutralized The Fuehrer made peace overtures to the British leader, Winston Churchill. Flat out rejected, Hitler ordered bombing raids and a planned invasion on the United Kingdom. The air campaign, known as "The Battle of Britain" failed, and the invasion plans were canceled by September. However, Using newly captured French ports, the German Navy enjoyed success against the Royal Navy, using U-boats against British shipping in the Atlantic. Jess Weiss was about to have a rare experience three years after Pearl Harbor. He was sent from England on the U.S.S. Samuel Chase troop ship as part of a cross channel Allied armada.

On June 6th 1944, halfway across the English Channel, he was jammed along with 12 other war weary veterans from his platoon, the rest fresh recruits from the states. Bobbing up and down in 15 foot waves, the 60 foot Landing Craft Tank was part of the historic operation that launched the invasion of liberating German-occupied Western Europe. Nearly 160,000 Allied troops crossed the English Channel on that day, and by the end of August, three million more would be in France. Weiss's mission was to breach the German beach defenses, seize their bunkers and secure the assigned landing site by dark. With Normandy secured, the Allies could now commence the Western European campaign which would spell the beginning of the end for Nazi Germany. The Invasion Jess Weiss was part of and so vividly described was the largest amphibious operation in history and would ultimately end with the final defeat of the Third Reich. At age 25, and freshly married, Weiss would tragically be the only survivor of his Landing Ship Tank, a small naval vessel designed to carry cargo and troops onto the heavily defended shoreline of the Nazi German occupiers at Normandy, France. Bloody Omaha - My Remembrances of That Day Once onshore at "Omaha," an Allied codename for one of five beach head landings, Weiss's serves up readers with a spine tingling description of dodging pillbox entrenched German defenders raking the shoreline with machine gun fire. Causing lifelong "survivor guilt," he accomplished this by hiding under the corpses of his deceased comrades. Perhaps this is an unconscious reason for authoring his fifth book as a nonagenarian, yet Weiss's lifelong description of tumult and self condemnation continues. Once onshore at Normandy, he would witness a German sharpshooter hidden in a tree shoot a fellow soldier.

A trained sniper himself, Weiss retaliated by shooting and killing the German defender, taking the slain sniper's unused diary to document the rest of his tour. It is from this journal that Weiss penned the rest of his tour's memories, of which the entire fascinating contents appear in this multifaceted, revealing memoir. Weiss warns the reader to be careful for what one prays for, as it just might happen. Experiencing nonstop fighting against the tenacious Germans from his unit's 1942 beachhead landing on the coast of Algeria all the way to where his unit, the 16th Infantry Regiment i.e., "Big Read One," was inside the Third Reich, Weiss knew the odds against any soldier surviving that level of continuous combat were slim. He would pray for a way out of participating in the seemingly never ending carnage. The final entry of this historically priceless journal would occur when German mortar fragments would severely wound him. Although he would experience "Victory in Europe" day from a yearlong convalescence and depressing separation from his bride, a separate book alone could be written about his involvement in World War II. Weiss's war injury would take a year in a Wala Wala, Washington military hospital to convalesce resulting in a lifelong numbness he would desperately attempt to interpret. Yet from 1945 to the Vietnam War where the term PTSD evolved, he couldn't figure out why even though he came back from the war alive, only his body really came back.

As if he had not had enough tragedies already, Weiss would sadly watch the love of his life mortally deteriorate from cancer and have a son and daughter show no compassion for a man simply wanting to find his up to now elusive happiness. However, this book goes much deeper than his filial relations. As an American born from nonreligious parents of the Jewish faith, Jess Weiss neither understood the Hebrew language nor its customs. Seeking an understanding of his creator, he became a Christian Scientist as well as devoured the writings of celebrated mystics, particularly Joel Goldsmith. A Surgeon in Combat European Theatre-World War II, Omaha Beach to Ebensee, 1943-1945 Once again, the feeling of guilt, especially in terms of his adopted religion would follow Jess Weiss. He would be mocked as a guest by a radio program's obnoxious disc jockey for his beliefs to the point where Weiss walked out of the broadcasting booth. Not quite knowing why his W.W. II experiences were jumbled up inside him producing a psychologically frozen effect, Weiss desperately sought an understanding as to its reason. Labeling himself a "Willie and Joe" type of guy, Weiss read "unauthorized" Christian Science material. This was his way of describing himself as a nonconformist, patterned after Bill Mauldin's W.W. II cartoons. This depicted American soldiers with Mauldin's archetypal characters of "Willie and Joe," two weary, unkempt soldiers who stoically endured the carnage of war, despite its bitter grimness. Weiss's analogy was from his wartime experiences.

Despite Weiss being elected as a "First Reader" in his church, Christian Science viewed anyone who read unauthorized literature as heretical and rebellious. Although Mauldin's cartoons made him a hero to the common soldier, Weiss's studies of the mystics made him feel like a traitor to his religion and his wife, also an adherent. Weiss elaborated; "Any claim I had to spirit came from the mystics I read outside Christian Science. It came from heretics and malcontents. Every time I stepped onto the dais to read I was fooling somebody, if not myself then the church. Let's face it. I was still a Willie and Joe G.I. I was constitutionally allergic to brass, even though I was the brass." After years of marriage, his first wife Shirley died. So devastating was this to his children that Jess's marriage to Joyce six months later would unfairly result in his daughter permanently limiting her fatherly contact and his son self imposing a complete truncation of relations, another painful cross Jess Weiss was forced to bear. It was only Joyce who would accept her husband's quest to find himself, whether it be Goldsmith's offerings or what he describes as follows; I became something of a mystic myself in the process of writing. The march of my titles metaphorically tells my story; "The Vestibule," "Overcoming the Fear of Death and Dying" and "The Adam and Eve Fantasy" as well as "A Soldier"s Journey Into Mysticism." Indeed it does, as demonstrated by his prolific output including this book.

With all the aforementioned, Jess Weiss in his mid 90's asserts his view of PTSD; "There's nothing "Post" about the trauma of war while it's happening to you. There's nothing "Post" about the impulse to retaliate that a war fuels in a human heart. "Let loose the dogs of war, "Shakespeare wrote and he was right. There's no putting the pack back in the kennel. Atrocities occur in wars for the simple reason that war is atrocity." How does this mental state occur in the life of this author? You, the reader can take your pick. Maybe it started in 1941 at Basic Training. An Intimate History of Killing: Face-to-Face Killing in Twentieth-Century Warfare At Camp Croft, South Carolina, Weiss wrote; "Kike" was my drill sergeants' favorite synonym for "Weiss and "Hey Jew Boy" was their corporal's shorthand for "Hiya, Jess." Possibly it increased in 1943 after the author married his bride in Brooklyn, N.Y. Weiss stepped on a transport ship crossing the North Atlantic where he wrote about the rough seas and gale force winds; "We were so seasick we stopped complaining about the chow. Nobody could keep the chow down. Please God, we prayed, let us reach port, any port, anything to stop the rocking." Docking in Oran, Algeria fighting horrible heat and mosquitos only revved up the insanity. On a hill in El Quettar, North Africa, he was asked to dig trenches in the concrete hardened mud. Maybe his PTSD progressed further, as he described the following; "We dug like maniacs and somehow got six holes gouged out of that stuff. We flung ourselves onto them just as the mortar shells arrived. Two of the holes took direct hits. Four of my buddies were torn apart beyond recognition. I don't mean beyond recognizing who they were. I mean recognizing them as human beings."

Whether it was the aforementioned, the horror at Omaha Beach of watching the rest of his men machine gunned to death on June 6th, 1944, or his using their lifeless bodies as protection against German machine gun fire, his own mental turmoil continued to fester. Despite the author taking as his own the slain sniper's diary, his conscience was operational enough to write his cousin one day before he was wounded of the perils of war. Named Howard Johnson, Weiss's relative was a man foolishly itching for combat action despite having a wife, baby and a stateside assignment. Soft Spots: A Marine's Memoir of Combat and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Reacting to Johnson's triplicate request for transfer to immediate overseas combat duty as sheer insanity, Weiss exhorted; "The majority of us are fighting to just keep alive." What he didn't tell anyone was his private observations that really explained the ugliness of war. This Weiss only inscribed in deceased Nazi officer Fritz Hobble's diary, now being used as his own. There is an eerie photo of this book in WTSW. There are entries like "June 29, 1944: "Today I stood watching the mail clerk while he went through the dozens and dozens of letters and packages. As I watched, I saw him write on each one the words DECEASED, MISSING, Wounded, on letters from mothers, wives, sisters, friends. The guys we knew so well, we knew so little about them. They were our buddies and now life and war goes on as though nothing had actually happened. There are new men coming in and gradually everything is just a horrible nightmare that doesn't go away when the night does."

Lasting many years after his war ended, Weiss remarked; "I lost count of the nights I woke up under my bed, not in it. I lost count of the nights I woke up with cold sweats and dives for cover that didn't wake Shirley, or she pretended they didn't. When I did sleep I thrashed. Every night I saw the faces of my buddies dying inches from me. The mortar shells that never hit me square in the war blew me to fragments in peacetime." Possibly it was the era of W.W. II that can account for this silence. In W.W. II not only was Jess Weiss's letters home censured for contents, but the American antiwar protests seen in the mid 1960's and early 1970's would never be allowed to occur between 1941-1945. Expanding on the cliche "Silence is Golden," Weiss teaches us all a very important historical lesson of the times; "The W.W. II home front knew nothing about combat or combat soldiers beyond what they read in censored newspapers or heard on censored radios. Combat deaths went unreported. Newspapers never showed dead soldiers, body bags with dead soldiers in them or flag draped coffins being offloaded at Dover Air Force Base. Acts of War: Behavior of Men in Battle Combat injuries were not tallied, not officially for the home public. We had no Internet, no cell phones. We had military V-Mail, a one-page handwritten letter that was censored, then microfilmed and forwarded in place of the original. Our officers removed anything they thought might dampen civilian military enthusiasm for our military mission. Our loved ones had no idea of what we were going through." We were one big John Wayne movie for all we knew."

However you read Jess Weiss's book, and whatever conclusion you come to in regard to his observations, opinions, and statements, one inarguable assertion he makes rings true in the myriad of memoirs written about PTSD as well as the effects of war and killing. For in Weiss's final determination of all wars, combat stress, atrocities as well as his entire world War II experiences, surely something General Patton would disagree with this "Willie and Joe type of guy's" synopsis of, is as follows; "Do you want to drive a human being insane? Here's a sure formula. Batter him and his buddies into killing machines. That's what basic training does to you. Next, send him to strange lands populated by people with strange customs speaking strange languages. There, subject him to long periods of unrelieved tedium and petty tyranny. Then expose him to periodic doses of stark terror in combat, kill his buddies at random. Make sure half their deaths are grotesque, almost jokes. Finally, to finish the job, make sure he's totally isolated from his family, his friends, his sweetheart, his wife, his child, Good. Now sit back and watch the payoff." Whether you agree or not with the following statement, or any of Jess Weiss's book, this brave man's efforts to explain his life's ordeal has important lessons that the most impartial, stoical of readers will find impossible to ignore. Certainly this is among the most memorable, significant memoirs of the century that will stand the test of time. A must read!

This story put it into such personal terms the amazing journey Jess E Weiss took from the hidden wounds of war; which is every soldier's story, to the remarkable inner healing we all strive for.

In addition, I became informed about this important time in United States history. It would not surprise me to learn that this is the case for most veterans and their families; soldiers keep a myriad of secrets locked away.

This book is not merely an account of the emotional aftermath of his war but also of the well-known "post-war stress" of the Vietnam, the Gulf, Iraq and Afghanistan war.

A must read for any family member of a soldier past or present or any one interested in history!

I have been asked to write a review on Jess Weiss' book, Warrior to Spiritual Warrior. I do not know if I have the intellect to do so but I am going to give it a go. I do not know the exact word to describe what I think about Jess Weiss' writing, or even his life. Awesome? Nah, that does not quite fit. Greater than awesome, fantastic? How about, fantastically awesome. Yeah, that will work.
Being an author myself and a combat veteran of the Viet Nam war, (A Troop, 9th Cavalry), I can relate to Jess' feelings although I never questioned the existence of God, however, I can see where some might. My folks were not exactly religious either but they knew God. Even I, back in the mid to late 40s knew that I could not make a tree grow. God did that, or how about the clouds in the sky, when I sat in my grandmother's back yard with my WW2 uncle and I asked for the clouds to come down so I could get on one and go for a ride.
But I did not grown up during the depression years, which probably gave Jess a little different look at things. He is 95, I am only 73. But then again, I had a dad; Jess did not, well he did but dads are not supposed to be somebody who sired a child. They have to be more. Jess never received the more.
I walked with Jess after Omaha when he approached Aachen. But I knew the difference. Jess was 25 years old and newly married. My dad was 29 with a wife and 5 kids at home. I never knew what dad prayed about. Get me out of here? When will this end? I also wrote, Above All Else, 1st Cav Division LRRPs, right after I wrote A Troop, 9th Cavalry.
But back to Jess. I am at a loss when it comes to his children----selfish is the best word to describe them. They did not know and they did not want to know what their dad went through or what was going through his mind after his war. Post Traumatic Stress is a mental issue difficult to live with. Personally, I think, it has a lot to do with questions unanswered; therefore the sufferer is left to dwell on issues he cannot put away. I can only imagine, from my own experiences, what Omaha was all about. Attacking an entrenched enemy across an open beach is one side while patrolling through an enemy infested jungle is another. In Jess' case death was real, right now; in my case death was anticipated and then became real.
I had a hard time putting this book down, even for a night. I loved the style he wrote, something like here is my story, in chronological order, oops, I have a thought and it goes right here..breaking the order of things because war is itself not an orderly thing. Jess was lucky..and unlucky. One does not get everything lovely in this life. Jess was married to a great woman (his words), and she died. The good and the bad. Then he met another great woman (again his words). Her children adored Jess while his own children stayed away. I hope they reconcile before it is too late.
The only issue I had with Jess' book was his attempt to compare WW2 with the Viet Nam war. It simply cannot be done. As the adage goes, they had their war, we had our war. America was for and supported the WW2 guys. America turned her back on we guys. Nevertheless, I felt privileged to be asked to write this review. I jumped right smack into Jess' mind. I remember "Follow Me and Die," the book about the 28th Division (The Bloody Bucket). Hell has many different views. How deep is hell? How wide? How long is it? Jess' hell was the long part, the moving from one battle to the next..to the next. The 28th Infantry Div's hell was being stuck in the Hurtgen Forest and they died there, the deep hell.
It's true. You have friends but in war you have buddies. I didn't. I was a leader. Leaders do not have buddies or friends. I might be a little wrong there. Sgt Martinez was, well, a buddy. I was his boss, so I am not sure...but when he got killed on Nov 1, 1966 I felt like I lost a buddy. I was not there at the time, but the impact was the same. I related with Jess. Why him, but then, who?
Many books have been written about WW2 but Jess' book stands at the forefront, a personal tour of hell, a place where there is only a brief respite...and then somebody shoves you back into the affray. I believe my books are awesome. I am glad I do not have to write a review on them. I am also equally glad I had the privilege to read Jess' book and I feel honored to write this review. Rest assured that if I did not think his book deserved it, I would not be writing this. I also wrote, Bumblebee Mountain.
I am saying, come on along. Take a ride with Jess. See through his eyes, a warrior's journey. Know what it is to grow up in the depression years, then be introduced to another form of hell, then question yourself as to why you, and finally debating the existence of God, only to lose that debate 50 years later..as you stand on Omaha Beach..at a place called Normandy.
Fantastically awesome Jess! Welcome home and thank you for serving. I guess I had the intellect after all.
Ronald Christopher

This book I could not put down. Anyone who has been in the service, or a loved one who knows somebody who has served ,needs to read this book. This was a healing for me .The tears flowed. A great read. Very much enjoyed the insight of Mr. Weiss. A true hero in my book . A need to read book. God bless Mr. Weiss

On the page facing Chapter 1 of "Warrior to Spiritual Warrior" is a photo of two soldiers with their arms around each other. There are big smiles on their faces. Their summer khaki uniforms appear neat and clean. They are standing in grass up to their knees amid blossoms of wild flowers against a background of green foliage. They look like young men on a lark. But if you look closely their uniforms appear to be wet in spots. The caption of the picture reads: "Cpl. Jess Weiss and Sgt. Herb Siegal, on a cliff overlooking Omaha Beach, June 6, 1944 10 A.M."

Soon we learn that shortly before the photo was taken, Weiss, the lone survivor of his D-Day invasion squad, had met up with is buddy, Siegel, who had landed on a different LCI. He had then shot a German sniper out of a tree and retrieved his blank diary book and camera with which the photograph was taken by a passing soldier. Incredible? Could Weiss have misremembered? Was this seemingly relaxed picture taken at another time and place? I wondered until I remembered a photo of myself posing serenely beneath a gaping shell hole in the roof of a German house that my World War II unit used as a CP after our last battle along the Elbe River. Survival in war can bring on giddiness.

There is, however, nothing giddy about "Warrior to Spiritual Warrior." Seventeen pages beyond that photograph we are plunged into the diary Cpl. Weiss wrote into the blank pages of the German sniper's diary book beginning June 6, 1944 and ending September 27, 1944 with these words: "I hope they relieve us before we go into the attack." But there was no relief. Cpl. Weiss was severely wounded. The diary is a deft description of the life of a combat infantry soldier. But this is not really a book about soldiering. It is a story of the aftermath of warfare.

No war ever really ends for its combat soldiers. For Jess Weiss it was a continuous struggle from the moment shrapnel from a German 88 mm shell ripped into the right side of his body. A Horn and Hardart cashier who entered the Army before Pearl Harbor, Weiss lived through the First Division's (The Big Red One) North Africa and Sicily campaigns before storming Omaha Beach and advancing across France into Germany.

Suffering from what we now know as posttraumatic stress disorder (PTSD),
Weiss endured a long period of hospitalization at Wala Wala, Washington far from his New York home and the wife he married just before entering the service. While earning a living in insurance he struggled with his war demons, endured alienation from his children, the death of a loved one, contemplation of suicide, and other wrenching events. Through it all he never talked about his combat experiences, which he later came to regret.

This intensely personal book, written at the age of ninety-three, following another about near-death experiences, is a tour of his spiritual journey to find the meaning of it all. It takes him through The Infinite Way philosophy of Joel S. Goldsmith, Christian Science, and finally into Spiritualism. To say more would spoil the suspense of his story and its resolution.

Weiss writes in the cadence of a native New Yorker speaking across a table of a Horn and Hardart Automat in the 1940s. But it is sixty-five years out and he is seeing his life anew in fresh perspective. This is not, save for the diary, a chronological autobiography. The time-line is sometimes wobbly but that is not a drawback. It dashes about like good conversation. In the end you will get the point: war ought to be avoided to the maximum possible and its consequences ought to be weighed much more than they are. Most importantly, those who endure it and survive ought to talk about it more than we of "the greatest generation" chose to do. By being silent we missed the chance to give voice to the terrible nature of war and its awful results.

Cpl. Weiss and I shared some experiences: We are both combat veterans and we both eventually wrote about the war. While he was counting money at Horn and Hardart in New York, I was serving hamburgers and coffee at White Castle restaurants not far away in Northern New Jersey. Back home we were both members of the American Veterans Committee, the progressive, idealistic WW II veterans association with the slogan "Citizens First, Veterans Second." Understandably, it failed. I shared a bit of his postwar trauma: turbulent nightmares and persistent consciousness of nearby low places to dive into in case of artillery fire. Having lost forty-two colleagues, I came back with a fear of commitment and following a plethora of failed romances, including one with a devout Christian Scientist much like Weiss's beloved wife, I didn't marry until thirteen years after the war. Yet that is scant comparison, as readers will know when they come to the end of Weiss's incomparable journey.

This book should be read by anyone interested in personal war stories. Readers with an interest in PTSD will find it valuable and a possible Rx for suicide because, even amid the darkness, Jess Weiss offers sustaining rays of light and hope.