Probably my least favorite Vonnegut novel. While I picked up on the obvious satire, I didn't find it all that amusing. I guess even Vonnegut can't make a joke out of everything (the Holocaust? Really?). 
 I liked it for its twitsted view, though, how the "bad guys" of the war believe they're the "good guys." And surely many people thought this way, but I wasn't convinced. Howard was just playing along, didn't know which side he was on, and was strung around by everyone else. Even his great love with Helga wasn't believable. 
 Better luck next time, I suppose.