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This was no ordinary war. This was a war to make the world safe for democracy. And if democracy was made safe, then nothing else mattered—not the millions of dead bodies, nor the thousands of ruined lives...This is no ordinary novel. This is a novel that never takes the easy way out: it is shocking, violent, terrifying, horrible, uncompromising, brutal, remorseless and gruesome...but so is war.

This work continues to rivet readers with its story of an American youth...

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Overview

This was no ordinary war. This was a war to make the world safe for democracy. And if democracy was made safe, then nothing else mattered—not the millions of dead bodies, nor the thousands of ruined lives...This is no ordinary novel. This is a novel that never takes the easy way out: it is shocking, violent, terrifying, horrible, uncompromising, brutal, remorseless and gruesome...but so is war.

This work continues to rivet readers with its story of an American youth who survives World War I as an armless, legless, and faceless basket case with his mind intact.

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Publishers Weekly

This audio edition of Trumbo's classic 1939 novel of war's insanity begins as a bit of a slog because of the lengthy padding at its start. With two introductions, from Cindy Sheehan and Ron Kovic, that attempt to place the novel in the context of more recent armed conflicts in both Iraq and Vietnam, it is the better part of a disc before the book properly begins. Once it does, though, the slog ceases. Trumbo's novel is spine-tingling in its immediacy and horror, and William Dufris (while occasionally fumbling around in his bag of voices) mostly gives the words room to breathe. For this book, little more is necessary. A Citadel paperback.(Apr.)

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Trumbo's horrific 1939 novel of World War I garnered the National Book Award and kudos from critics. The book resurfaced as one of the leading protest novels during the Vietnam era. With current events as they are, the antiwar book will no doubt find a new audience. This edition includes a new foreword by Cindy Sheehan and a readers' guide.


—Michael Rogers
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"Powerful…an eye-opener." —-Michael Moore
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780553274325
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 3/28/1984
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reissue
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 243
  • Sales rank: 66,973
  • Lexile: 970L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 6.86 (w) x 10.90 (h) x 0.68 (d)

Meet the Author

Dalton Trumbo, author of the brilliant novel, Night of the Aurochs, was one of the most prolific and important literary figures of our time. His more than sixty screenplays include Spartacus, Exodus, Papillon, and the Academy Award-winning The Brave One. Johnny Got His Gun is the most highly-acclaimed work of Mr. Trumbo’s remarkable career.

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Chapter One

He wished the phone would stop ringing. It was bad enough to be sick let alone having a phone ring all night long. Boy was he sick. Not from any of their sour french wine either. A man couldn't hold enough of it to get a head this big. His stomach was going round and round and round. Fine thing nobody'd answer that phone. It sounded like it was ringing in a room about a million miles wide. His head was a million miles wide too. The hell with the telephone.

That damn bell must be at the other end of the world. He would have to walk for a couple years to get to it. Ring ring ring all night long. Maybe somebody wanted something bad. Telephones ringing at night are important. You'd think they'd pay attention to it. How could they expect him to answer it anyhow? He was tired and his head was plenty big. You could stick a whole phone in his ear and he couldn't even feel it. He must have been drinking dynamite.

Why didn't somebody answer that goddamn telephone?

"Hey Joe. Front and center."

Here he was sick as hell and like a damned fool making his way through the night shipping room toward the telephone. It was so noisy you wouldn't think anybody could hear a tiny sound like a phone ringing. Yet he had. He'd heard it above the click-click-click of the Battle Creek wrappers and the rattle of the belt conveyors and the howl of the rotary ovens upstairs and the rumble of steel route bins being hauled into place and the sputter of motors in the garage being tuned up against the morning's work and the scream of dollies that needed oil why the hell didn't somebody oil them?

He walked down the middle aisle between the steel bins that were being filled with bread. He threaded his way through the floor litter of dollies and boxes and rumpled cartons and crippled loaves. The boys looked at him as he went. He remembered their faces floating by him as he moved toward the telephone. Dutch and Little Dutch and Whitey who took shots in his spine and Pablo and Rudy and all the boys. They looked at him curiously as he passed them. Maybe that was because he was scared inside and showed it outside. He got to the phone.

"Hello."

"Hello son. Come on home now."

"All right mother I'll be right there."

He went into the lean-to office with the wide glass front where Jody Simmons the night foreman kept a close watch on his crew.

"Jody I got to go home. My father just died."

"Died? Gosh kid that's too bad. Sure kid you run along. Rudy. Hey Rudy. Grab a truck and drive Joe home. His old—his father just died. Sure kid go on home. I'll have one of the boys punch you out. That's tough kid. Go home."

Rudy stepped on it. It was raining outside because it was December and Los Angeles just before christmas. The tires sizzled against the wet pavement as they went. It was the quietest night he had ever heard except for the tires sizzling and the clatter of the Ford echoing between deserted buildings in an empty street. Rudy sure stepped on it. There was a rattle somewhere back of them in the truck body that kept the same time no matter how fast they went. Rudy didn't say anything. He just drove. Way out Figueroa past big old houses and then smaller houses and then on out some more to the south end. Rudy stopped the car.

"Thanks Rudy, I'll let you know when everything's finished. I'll be back to work in a couple days."

"Sure Joe. That's all right. It's tough. I'm sorry goodnight."

The Ford grabbed for traction. Then its motor roared and it went sideslipping down the street. Water bubbled along the curb. The rain pattered down steadily. He stood there for a moment to take a good breath and then he started for the place.

The place was on the alley above a garage behind a two story house. To get to it he walked down a narrow driveway which was between two houses close together. It was black between the houses. Rain from the two roofs met there and spattered down into wide puddles with a queer wet echo like water being poured into a cistern. His feet squshed in the water as he went.

When he got out from between the two houses he saw lights on over the garage. He opened the door. A rush of hot air swept over him. It was hot air perfumed with the soap and scented rubbing alcohol they used for bathing his father and with the powder they put on him afterward to fight off bedsores. Everything was very quiet. He tip-toed upstairs his wet shoes still squshing a little.

In the living room his father lay dead with a sheet pulled over his face. He had been sick a long while and they had kept him in the living room because the glassed-in porch which was the bedroom for his father and mother and sisters was too drafty.

He walked over to his mother and touched her shoulder. She wasn't crying very hard.

"Did you call someone?"

"Yes they'll be here anytime. I wanted you to be here first."

His younger sister was still asleep on the glassed-in porch but his older sister only thirteen was crumpled in a corner in her bathrobe catching her breath and sobbing quietly. He looked over at her. She was crying like a woman. He hadn't realized before that she was practically grown up. She had been growing up all the time and he hadn't noticed till now when she was crying because her father was dead.

A knock came on the door downstairs.

"It's them. Let's go into the kitchen. It'll be better."

They had a little trouble getting his sister into the kitchen but she came quietly enough. It seemed she couldn't walk. Her face was blank. Her eyes were big and she was gasping more than crying. His mother sat on a stool in the kitchen and took his sister into her arms. Then he went to the head of the stairs and called down quietly.

"Come in."

Two men in gleaming clean collars opened the door down there and started up the stairs. They carried a long wicker basket. Quickly he stepped into the living room and pulled aside the sheets to have a look at his father before they reached the top of the stairs.

He looked down at a tired face that was only fifty-one years old. He looked down and thought dad I feels lots older than you. I was sorry for you dad. Things weren't going well and they never would have gone well for you and it's just as good you're dead. People've got to be quicker and harder these days than you were dad. Goodnight and gooddreams. I won't forget you and I'm not as sorry for you today as I was yesterday. I loved you dad goodnight.

They came into the room. He turned and walked into the kitchen to his mother and sister. The other sister who was only seven still slept.

There were sounds from the front room. The men's footsteps as they tip-toed around the bed. A faint woosh of covers being thrown toward the foot. Then a sound of bedsprings relaxing after eight months' use. Then a sound of wicker squeaking as it took up the burden the bed had left off with. Then after a heavy squeaking from all parts of the basket a shuffling of feet moving out of the front room and down the stairs. He wondered if they were carrying the basket evenly down the stairs or if the head was lower than the feet or if it was in any way uncomfortable. His father performing the same task would have carried the basket very gently.

When the door at the foot of the stairs closed behind them his mother began to shake a little. Her voice came like dry air.

"That's not Bill. It may seem like it but it's not."

He patted his mother's shoulder. His sister relaxed down on the floor again.

That was all.

Well why couldn't it be all then? How many times was he going to have to go through it? It was all over and finished and why couldn't the goddam phone ever stop ringing? He was nutty because he had a hangover a big hangover and he was having bad dreams. Pretty soon if he had to he'd wake up and answer the phone but somebody should do it for him if they had any consideration at all because he was tired and sick of it.

Things were getting floaty and sickly. Things were so quiet. Things were so goddam still. A hangover headache thumps and clatters and raises hell inside your skull. But this wasn't any hangover. He was a sick man. He was a sick man and he was remembering things. Like coming out of ether. But you'd think the telephone would stop ringing sometime. It couldn't just go on forever. He couldn't go over and over the same business of answering it and hearing his father was dead and then going home through a rainy night. He'd catch cold if he did that much more. Besides his father could only die once.

The telephone bell was just part of a dream. It had sounded different from any other telephone bell or any other sound because it had meant death. After all that bell was a particular kind of thing a very particular kind of thing as old Prof Eldridge used to say in Senior English. And a particular kind of thing sticks with you but there's no use of it sticking too close. That bell and its message and everything about it was way back in time and he was finished with it.

The bell was ringing again. Way far off as if echoing through a lot of shutters in his mind he could hear it. He felt as if he were tied down and couldn't answer it yet he felt as if he had to answer it. The bell sounded as lonesome as Christ ringing out in the bottom of his mind waiting for an answer. And they couldn't make connections. With each ring it seemed to get lonesomer. With each ring he got more scared.

He drifted again. He was hurt. He was bad hurt. The bell was fading. He was dreaming. He wasn't dreaming. He was awake even though he couldn't see. He was awake even though he couldn't hear a thing except a telephone that really wasn't ringing. He was mighty scared.

He remembered how when he was a kid he read The Last Days of Pompeii and awakened in the middle of a dark night crying in terror with his face suffocating in the pillow and thinking that the top of one of his Colorado mountains had blown off and that the covers were lava and that he was entombed while yet alive and that he would lie there dying forever. He had that same gasping feeling now. He had that same cowardly griping in his bowels. He was unchristly scared so he gathered his strength and made like a man buried in loose earth clawing out with his hands toward air.

Then he sickened and choked and fainted half away and was dragged back by pain. It was all over his body like electricity. It seemed to shake him hard and then throw him back against the bed exhausted and completely quiet. He lay there feeling the sweat pour out of his skin. Then he felt something else. He felt hot damp skin all over him and the dampness enabled him to feel his bandages. He was wrapped in them from top to bottom. Even his head.

He really was hurt then.

The shock caused his heart to smash against his ribs. He grew prickly all over. His heart was pounding away in his chest but he couldn't hear the pulse in his ear.

Oh god then he was deaf. Where did they get that stuff about bombproof dugouts when a man in one of them could be hit so hard that the whole complicated business of his ears could be blown away leaving him deaf so deaf he couldn't hear his own heart beat? He had been hit and he had been hit bad and now he was deaf. Not just a little deaf. Not just halfway deaf. He was stone deaf.

He lay there for a while with some pain ebbing and thinking this will give me something to chew on all right all right. What about the rest of the guys? Maybe they didn't come out so lucky. There were some good boys down in that hole. How'll it seem being deaf and shouting at people? You write things on paper. No that's wrong they write things on paper to you. It isn't anything to kick up your heels and dance about but it might be worse. Only when you're deaf you're lonesome. You're godforsaken.

So he'd never hear again. Well there were a hell of a lot of things he didn't want to hear again. He never wanted to hear the biting little castanet sound of a machine gun or the high whistle of a .75 coming down fast or the slow thunder as it hit or the whine of an airplane overhead or the yells of a guy trying to explain to somebody that he's got a bullet in his belly and that his breakfast is coming out through the front of him and why won't somebody stop going forward and give him a hand only nobody can hear him they're so scared themselves. The hell with it.

Things were going in and out of focus. It was like looking into one of those magnified shaving mirrors and then moving it toward you and away from you. He was sick and probably out of his head and he was badly hurt and he was lonesome deaf but he was also alive and he could still hear far away and sharp the sound of a telephone bell.

He was sinking and rising and then going in lazy quiet black circles. Everything was alive with sound. He was nuts all right. He caught a glimpse of the big ditch where he and the guys used to go swimming in Colorado before he came to Los Angeles before he came to the bakery. He could hear the splash of water as Art did one of his high dives he's a fool for diving so far why can't the rest of us do it? He looked out across the rolling meadows of Grand Mesa eleven thousand feet in the sky and saw acres of columbines stirring in a cool August breeze and heard far off the roar of mountain streams. He saw his father pulling a sled with his mother on it one Christmas morning. He heard the fresh snow squealing under the runners of the sled. The sled was his Christmas present and his mother was laughing like a girl and his dad was grinning in his slow wrinkly way.

They seemed to have a good time his mother and his father. Especially then. They used to flirt with each other right in front of him before the girls were born. Do you remember this? Do you remember that? I cried. You talked like this. You wore your hair so. You picked me up and I remembered how strong you were and you put me on old Frank because he was gentle and after that we rode across the river on the ice with old Frank picking his way carefully like a dog.

You remember the telephone when you were courting me? I remember everything when I was courting you even the gander that used to rush and hiss at me when I took you in my arms. You remember the telephone when you were courting me silly? I remember. Then you remember the party line going eighteen miles along Cole Creek Valley and only five customers? I remember I remember the way you looked with your big eyes and your smooth forehead you haven't changed. You remember the telephone line and how new it was? Oh it was lonely out there with nobody in three or four miles and nobody really in the world but you. And me waiting for the telephone to ring. It rang two times for us remember? Two rings and you were calling from the grocery store when the store was closed. And the receivers all along the line all five of them going click-click Bill is calling Macia click-click-click. And then your voice how funny it was to hear your voice the first time over a telephone how wonderful it always was.

"Hello Macia."

"Hello Bill how are you?"

"I'm fine are you through with the work?"

"We just finished the dishes."

"I suppose everybody is listening again tonight."

"I suppose."

"Don't they know I love you? You'd think that was enough for them."

"Maybe it isn't."

"Macia why don't you play a piece on the piano?"

"All right Bill. Which one?"

"Whatever one you like I like them all."

"All right Bill. Wait till I fix the receiver."

And then way out on Cole Creek way west on the other side of the mountains from Denver music tinkling over telephone wires that were brand new and wonderful. His mother before she was his mother before she thought particularly of becoming his mother would go over to the piano the only one on Cole Creek and play the Beautiful Blue Ohio or perhaps My Pretty Red Wing. She would play it clear through and his father in Shale City would be listening and thinking isn't it wonderful I can sit here eight miles away and hold a little piece of black business to my ear and hear far off the music of Macia my beautiful my Macia.

"Could you hear it Bill?"

"Yes. It was lovely."

Then somebody else maybe six miles up or down the line would break into the conversation without being ashamed at all.

"Macia I just picked up the hook and hard you playing. Why don't you play After the Ball is Over? Clem'd like to hear it if you don't mind."

His mother would go back to the piano and play After the Ball is Over and Clem somewhere would be listening to music for maybe the first time in three or four months. Farmers' wives would be sitting with their work done and receivers to their ears listening too and getting dreamy and thinking about things their husbands wouldn't suspect. And so it went with everybody up and down the lonesome bed of Cole Creek asking his mother to play a favorite piece and his father listening from Shale City and liking it but perhaps growing a little impatient occasionally and saying to himself I wish the people out on Cole Creek would understand that this is a courtship not a concert.

Sounds sounds sounds everywhere with the bell fading out and returning and him so sick and deaf he wanted to die. He was wallowing in blackness and nobody there to answer it. A piano was tinkling far far away and he knew his mother was playing it for his dead father before his father was dead and before she had any thought of him her son. The piano kept time with the bell and the bell with the piano and in back of it there was thick silence and a yearning to listen and lonsomeness.

Now the moon shines tonight on pretty Red Wing

The birds are sighing, the night wind crying . . .

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 15, 2008

    I Also Recommend:

    Most Powerful Anti-War Book EVER

    I learned of this book from Metallica's grammy winning song One. it is fiction, but the horrors and drama entailed in it pack such a powerful punch that if it was obligatory to read, war might never exist. Just the psychological aspect of a soldier, ruined from the heat of a battle and physically destroyed is amazing, and Dalton Trumbo absolutely intensifies that feeling, and how the human war machine keeps on working.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 23, 2008

    Johnny Got His Gun by: Dalton Trumbo

    Review by: Daniel Mangum Johnny Got His Gun takes place in pre and post WWI. Most of the story occurs in the confiding of a military medical hospital which the main character, Joe Bonham, resides in. Throughout the story Joe has flashbacks to parts of his life which mainly occur in pre WWI in the areas of Shale City Colorado and in the greater Los Angeles areas. Throughout the story Joe goes back to specific events in his life before his catastrophic and nearly fatal injury. Such events are reminders to Joe of how his life was and the way his wishes it was at the time. A few examples of these would be the fishing trips with his father, his mother¿s cooking and the few jobs and girlfriends he had during the time of his youth. These events are ways for Joe to escape the pain he is in and go back to a better time and place in his life. When Joe was sent off to war, it was a sad day for his family. His close friends and family was there sad to see him leave. yet proud because he was fighting for his country. While Joe was in the war, a mortar shell exploded and destroyed his face and body by blowing off his lower jaw, ears, eyes and nose. Joes legs and arms are blown away as well. As apposed to dying, Joe is taken to a military hospital where he is totally wrapped in bandages because of his wounds and his arms and legs are amputated as well. In the story he describes this phenomenon as being put back into his mother¿s womb. He is kept alive though a feeding tube and another that supplies him oxygen. Joe is not able to tell night from day, nor being awake from asleep in the beginning. He wishes to die, but has no way to communicate to anyone that he wishes for such. When Joe realizes he still has the sensory to fell someone touching him, he taps in Morse code to his nurse his wishes. Throughout a series of communications through Morse code, Joe taps ¿Kill me,¿ and thus his wish is granted in the end.

    2 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 17, 2014

    A Must Read!

    A truly wonderful anti-war book set during the first World War. The story is about a young American soldier, Joe Bonham, whom was severely injured from an artillery shell and now lies in a comatose state in a military hospital, kept alive by a machine, his mind fully awake and cognizant, but imprisoned in his own body. To pass time, and attempt to maintain his own sanity, Joe looks back and reflects upon his life and the events that led up to this point. All the while asking himself, asking the reader, if in the name of "Democracy", is it all worth it?

    One of the books that landed Dalton Trumbo (Night of the Aurochs) on McCarthy's "Black List" from 1947 to 1960, Johnny Got His Gun is a moving and compelling piece of work that looks at the after effects of wartime on the soldiers that risk everything to protect our way of life, and never flinches when asking if it's worth it sending those so young to an almost guaranteed end to preserve the ideals put forth by the men in the capital that can rest easy knowing it's not their lives or the lives of their kin on the line.

    Johnny Got His Gun is a book that transcends the tests of time and is an appropriate work of literature that applies to every generation of humanity.

    What would you be willing to give for Democracy?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 31, 2012

    Johnny Got his gun takes a potentially boring plot about and inj

    Johnny Got his gun takes a potentially boring plot about and injured WWI veteran and weaves it into a great book.Dalton Trumbo did a great job writing this book. he provides great imagery even with a blind character. Joe Bonham, the main character is severly wounded in war, he is blind,deaf, and has no limbs. You experience a great journey as Joe tries to put the pieces of his life back together. He has to reaquire the knowledge of time and other events. He is also left alone to his thoughts and often meditates on past experiences. Trumbo does an excellent job of foreshadowing the transition from present to past, making it smooth and easy to follow. Trumbo uses a unique way to make an almost lifeless character contain a giant amount of personality. Dalton provides a way for the reader to dive deep into the mind of Joe, where all of his thoughts lay. The thoughts of love and hate, admiration and disguest.The writing allows the reader to connect with Joe and picture the world around Joe, that Joe cant see himself. This book is a must read it contains a great plot,excellent writing,and a great character the reader can connect with and an emotional rollercoaster.

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  • Posted May 1, 2012

    Worst book ever. I do not like death but it is necessary. Want a

    Worst book ever. I do not like death but it is necessary. Want a better book look at This Mans Army.

    0 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 17, 2012

    A book well worth reading. I read it 40 years ago and was pleased to be able to get a copy of my own. Dynamite!

    The ending is a huge surprise. It is gripping and holds your interest. It is a best seller and book of the year!
    I would recommend it for book club discussions.

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  • Posted September 21, 2011

    Must Read!

    I thought that Johnny Got His Gun was a great book. This is a must read if you are interested about the nature of war and the history behind it. It has changed my life. This book was written in the early to mid-1920's. He left his family and friends even his girlfriend to go fight in the war. Everybody was devastated, but they were proud of him because he was fighting for the country. Joe the main character has many flashbacks to part of his life mainly from World War Two. He was nearly dead after the mortal shell had exploded. Instead of being dead they took him to the military hospital where they have treated him. It was unbelievable that Joe was suffering from such a horrific accident. He realizes after a while he cannot speak, see, or hear anything because he has lost his face from the accident. He has a Morse code we he can communicate with the nurses and his family. After the whole accident were it basically ruined his life he was always wishing he could die and not live through the pain. He wants to see what the world outside is like, but with no face, no limbs and half a body makes it a struggle for him. With being in any World War there are many tragedies and dangerous things that happen out in the world. With being in the military you are trying to save the country but you are also putting your life at risk, just like Joe did. Overall I think this was a great book and I recommended it to anybody either who is interested in the war even if there not. It's a great book and you get to understand how being in the world is really like.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 14, 2011

    Best anti war novel

    Johnny Got His Gun by Dalton Trumbo is an anti war novel about WWI. I first heard of the book from the song "One" by Metallica. I looked up the song and found out it was a based on this book. I thought it sounded good and decided to read it. Reading the introduction I found out that the book was originally published in 1939 but it was about to get banned because it was so anti war and WWII was beginning so he suspended printing of the book until after the war. Later Trumbo directed a movie about the book in 1971. The book is a little confusing because the main character, Joe Bonham, is always having flashbacks and dreams and goes insane and sometimes can't even tell his own dreams from reality. Also Trumbo doesn't use one comma in the whole book because it's written as a poor, not highly educated soldier's thoughts, so it's a little confusing at first. The book is really horrific and sad about how under-appreciated he is and how he goes insane about it. The doctors pretty much used him as an experiment. When the doctors realized he still had a mind and a thinking person was trapped inside that body, when he finally learned how to communicate and asked for a simple favor that could have even paid off his hospital bills, they just tuned him out and ignored him or drugged him.

    My favorite part of the book was chapter 10 which talked about what you are actually fighting for in war and how important life is and nothings worth dying for. Like what are you actually fighting for, what is "liberty," "honor," "freedom," or "our homeland?" Have you ever noticed a huge difference after these wars were over, a difference worth dying over? If you die fighting for it then you won't even get to see what it was that you were fighting for, and that's not worth fighting for at all especially to leave behind all your family and friends. That is just dying for no good reason at all.

    If you like anti war books and stories this is one of the best and I would highly recommend it to everyone. It's a great book that I think everyone should be required to read it. It teaches and talks about the true realities of war. But I think the biggest message in this book is how important life is and almost nothing is worth dying over especially not a silly word.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 6, 2010

    Chilling novel- great.

    Dalton Trumbo's shocking novel will leave you with a feeling that cannot easily be shaken for days. The chilling language conveys the terrifying reality of the uncensored truth about war. The novel is both violent and nostalgic, terrifying and revealing of how nothing should be taken for granted. Johnny Got His Gun is the kind of book that can be read front to back again and again, without losing emotion.

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  • Posted February 22, 2010

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    Great Book!

    Easy to read but extremely enlightening. One of the best books I have ever read. I found myself struggling to breath when the main character discovered he had no lungs. Easily the best anti-war book ever written! The effect of this novel will stay with you until long after you finish it.

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  • Posted October 17, 2008

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    The quintessential anti war book written in 1939

    The quintessential anti war book written in 1939. Based on World War I--the war to end all wars, Dalton Trumbo creates a character, Joe Bonham, who survives a bomb blast in a very singular way. He loses all four limbs, his hearing, his speech, his taste--left only to thin--and feel vibrations and touch.<BR/><BR/>Trumbo goes further when he adds:"But his latest thing, this inability to tell dreams from thought was oblivion. It made him nothing and less than nothing."<BR/><BR/>This average Joe can't tell what has happened in his prior life (flashbacks) from dreams or his present reality.<BR/><BR/>The idea of the book is to describe the worst possible way to survive a war injury, because in doing so, Mr. Trumbo makes war a despicable thing.<BR/><BR/>"Hell's fire guys had always been fighting for liberty. America fought a war for liberty in 1776. Lots of guys died. And in the end does America have more liberty than Canada or Australia who didn't fight at all?"<BR/><BR/>Mr. Trumbo takes this regular Joe and leads us through his thoughts about the concepts of liberty, decency, honor, country, and principles in general. The heroe's answer is: "There is no word worth your life." "Nothing is bigger than life. There is nothing noble in death."<BR/><BR/>The second part of the book deals with the acceptance of Joe's condition. He starts by tracking time by the way the heat hits his face in the morning, the nurses that interact with him. Once he figure how to tell time: "if you can keep track of time you can get a hold on yourself and the world but if you lose it then you are lost too."<BR/><BR/>After succeeding in telling time, now a few years later, his mind decides that he might be able to communicate with the outside world. tapping his head S. O. S. for several months he finally has a breakthrough when he gets a new nurse during the Christmas holidays. The nurse took off his robe and traced in his body "Merry Christmas"<BR/><BR/>He thought that for the first time in many years "he was not alone."<BR/><BR/>This nurse alerts the hospital staff who come and ask Joe "What do you want"<BR/><BR/>He just wanted to get out--he wanted to be a symbol of what war could do to people so that governments would think harder before deciding to go ever go to war again.<BR/><BR/>The official answer was that it was ¿against regulations.¿ <BR/><BR/>He understood: "He was the future he was the perfect picture of the future and they were afraid to let anyone see what the future was like. Already they were looking ahead they were figuring the future and somewhere in the future they saw war."

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  • Posted October 16, 2008

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    Not as depressing or as anti-war as I expeted.

    I read this book because of the substory of the corpse named Lazarus, which was very humorous in a macabre way. My sister had shown me that Lazarus passage once and I never forgot it, and it later motivated me to read the whole book. This book is easy to read quickly. The downside for me was that the themes were so gruesome that I never wanted to read it before bed because the horrible imagery might give me nightmares. I didn't really interpret this book as an anti-war novel, though, but rather more as a terrific example of how a human being can pull theirself out of any situation by ingenuity, perseverence, and time. The narrator's anti-war speeches weren't particularly logical or insightful to me, though they are a great basis for thought and group discussion, and politically they were right on target. I didn't interpret the ending as death or failure of the narrator, which is the opposite of what one reviewer claimed. One part that showed lack of concern for detail was that the Morse code transliterations were inconsistent and therefore provably erroneous: that such an obvious error wasn't corrected is disappointing. To sum up the book I would say that it's a good but not excellent read, and it's useful for many reasons: thought, discussion, humor, inspiration, a lesson about perseverance, anti-war sentiment, politics, motivation to learn Morse code, and more.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 17, 2007

    A reviewer

    The book is about a 16 yearold boy in the Army during WW1. A landmine takes his legs face arms, and on top of that all 5 senses. He is trapped in himself and prays for death. He is the defintion of hell on earth.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 13, 2006

    Overwhelming Pacifist Theme

    This is the most shocking yet wonderful anti-war book ever written. Thank God for Mr. Trumbo. This book will (maybe) change all your views of war and the system. Put yourself in Joe's shoes and you will find it quite disturbing and depressing. Just think of it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 23, 2006

    terrific

    when i checked 'johnny got his gun' out from the library, the librarian assured me that it was the greatest anti-war novel of all time. i havnt read any others, but i highly recomend it to anyone who is even thinking about joining the military, along with anyone who isnt. you learn the tradgedy and devastation of war from a man who should be its spokesperson, and you follow his lifes story. great book, so you should definitely read it before you die.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 6, 2006

    A timeless 'Must Read'

    I first read this book in the mid '70's and rediscovered it recently (2006). I'm amazed how timeless and in-step with current events it seems and highly recommend it as a going away gift to our troops going abroad as well as elected officials. Many readers will not finish it due to the discomfort it may cause as it plays a symphony on various political, religous and patriotic nerves.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 4, 2006

    An unforgettable read

    I was an English major in the 70's which means I had to read many, many hundreds of books. This book has stuck with me like few others. No, maybe like no other. Some years ago my son introduced me to Metallica's song 'One,' and when I heard the chorus 'Hold my breath as I wish for death, Oh please God, wake me' I felt this man's despair as I had when I first read the book. He wished he could stop breathing long enough to stop the pain of being alive. What could be worse? I also remembered poignantly the chapter where he enjoyed the thought of holding his girlfriend in his arms, and suddenly realized he no longer had any arms. How many of us have ever had to deal with anything that horrific? There are many other books that have touched me, but few like this one.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 26, 2006

    Causes you to look at war in a whole new way

    I first read this book about 15 years ago, and I have never, ever forgotten it. It touched me right down to my core. It is the most profound anti-war novel ever written because it brings the reality of war's ugliness and its consequences centerfront. In a world so desensitized by the daily statistics of war, it is a real jolt back to reality. It gives war a human face, one that you will never forget!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 9, 2006

    Changes the views on war

    This book is incredibly well written. It is one of the best I have ever read. The word choice and dialect overlap perfectly with the theme of anti-war that the author, Dalton Trumbo, is trying to get across. The flashbacks of Joe Bonham parallel very well with the ongoing story of Joe being trapped inside his own head. Another strong quality is the way Joe is depicted as a common man. This shows that it is the luck of war that chooses its victims, not the person themselves. This could happen to anyone. The reasons why the author was blacklisted are obvious yet obserd all the same. This novel depicts what war is really like, unlike the propaganda that is put out by recruiting agencies. I have changed the way i view war solely because of this book. ~Armgwe Flenkgro, 16

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 15, 2005

    Outstanding!

    I read this book two years ago, my senior year in high school and I can still remember how much of an impression this book made on me. This book made me think about war in ways that I had never thought about before. It brought up some very good points that have made a lasting impression on me. Definently read this book!

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