At the very least, it's the worst military SF book I have ever listened to. First, the basic idea does not make a lot of sense. Why the hell should very nation in the world decide to build huge numbers of military spacecraft that seem unable to survive one shot from any weapon? Well, I tend to allow one peace of ballonium for any story. If the author had been able to produce a story with that, I would have been fine. But he did not.
His characters are cardboard, there is no social or personal tension in any way (well, the aristocratic second in command has several seconds of doubt about his drunkard and loser (but very capable) captain, but taking one shuttle flight with him, he of course becomes No.1 fan of him. And the unhappily married fighter ace of course falls in love with the young hotshot fighter Pilot (you know, 200 years in the future, men and women have common showers and not enough room to sleep alone, but regulation forbid any kind of sexual contact).
Well, of course I don't only read military SF for personal development (who is?), but actually, the battle scenes are even worse. Not only does everyone (humans and aliens) fight on a level that would have any ten-year-old kid with a computer in tears (laughing or crying), but we are treated to wonderful descriptions on how the spacecraft need time to accelerate, only to have them park their spacecraft from the highest speeds at the blink of an eye.
The dialogues are wooden and repetitive to the extreme.
I was not amazed with the quality of the reading, either, but that might have been a thing of accents.