Leclerc the aristocrat was, as Moore makes clear, just the sort of right-wing Catholic with ambivalent views about the legacy of the French Revolution which the Vichy régime seemed designed to attract.
There are many times in the book when one gets a glimpse of the kind of intense emotions that these men, and Leclerc himself, must have felt when they were able to wipe the stain of the catastrophe of 1940 from France's record.
That shame and anger felt by Leclerc must be borne in mind when assessing so many of his actions - whether it is his prickly relationship with his allies, his contempt for ex-Pétainists, his men's looting of Germany in the final stages of the war, or his execution of French SS prisoners.
But once the conflict shifted to European soil he became even more prominent as the commander of the 2nd French Armored Division (the famous 2e DB).
For the next two years he was under the operational control of either Patton's Third Army, as in the Normandy breakout, Hodges' First Army, at the Westwall, or Patch's Seventh Army in the south.
But for his early death, many Frenchmen believe Leclerc would have been their greatest figure to emerge from World War II.
De Gaulle himself admitted to his son-in-law that he gave up smoking when Leclerc died, in order to retain his health in case France needed him, because Leclerc was no longer there.
I loved Moore's description of these shipless sailors in their tank destroyers, and their brilliant combat record in many beautifully described combat operations.
Eventually, Leclerc comes to love and appreciate them too, and gives them back their red lanyards.
Moore helps us to understand all of this, even if we cannot condone all of it.