Follow Me Up Fools Mountain is a rifle platoon leader's dramatic story about the fighting in Korea over fifty years ago. But in a way, it's not about Korea at all; Follow Me Up Fools Mountain could be a platoon leader's experiences in any twentieth century war.
The dogfaces on the ground in any military action are the guys who walk, run, sprint, crouch, and crawl to take ground from the enemy and then hold it. Tank crews ride to their death, but dogfaces trudge along to their death or to face death the next day. Or the next.
Follow Me Up Fools Mountain is about fighting, about leading men, Mexican-Americans, Jews, college boys, draftees, Regular Army, Army Reservists, Italian Americans, some as young as sixteen years old, about screaming and yelling encouragement, about Chinks and gooks, about as many ways to die as Baskin-Robbins has flavors.
It's also about respect for the men on the front lines, who band together to capture Hill 1179, Fools Mountain, and hold it. It's about being overrun and playing dead, about rear-echelon screw ups, about cracking up, shaping up and throwing up.
Follow Me Up Fools Mountain is the most intense war memoir you'll ever read.