Iain Gale chooses to present the battle of el Alamein through the eyes of both Allied and Axis protagonists of many different nationalities.
The downside of this is that with so many characters, none can be fully developed. And as one reviewer has noted, the battle is seen in a series of snapshots, hence its overall progress is difficult to keep track of.
But this is perhaps no bad thing; it mirrors what the combatants themselves must have felt, being involved in isolated encounters with no clear information about the unfolding big picture. Further, the reader can empathise with the heroism shown on both sides of the conflict. And the conflict is visceral indeed; the battle scenes are gripping in the best Bernard Cornwell vein.
However, what clinches this novel for me is a factor that is largely absent in writers such as Cornwell - much as I enjoy his work. That factor is a deep sense of tragedy. There's no glory of war here, only senseless loss.
Nothing exemplifies that feeling more than the two scenes which, for me, were the highlight of the book. Firstly, the meeting between British officer Hugh Samwell and the German soldier whom Samwell has (presumably mortally) wounded - men who Samwell realises could have been friends in any other circumstances. And above all, the heartrending portrayal of the gallant Italian Colonel Ruspoli's final battle.
There are better military novels in terms of fast-moving action, excitement and historical narrative - anything by Cornwell would score better here. But few have this book's humanity and poignancy.