This is a first-rate autobiography by a working class man, born in 1919, who became a soldier and experienced war in North Africa, Italy and Germany. His description of the firestorming of Dresden makes you feel as if you are part of it with him and it is, truly, a miracle that he survived to tell the tale. He was then taken prisoner of war and liberated by the Russians. After the war, in chapters worthy of John le Carre, he worked for the Soviets in London. This is not, however, a mere recounting of facts, however ironic - nor does Victor Gregg seek to blow his own trumpet. He does not see himself as any kind of hero. Nor was he, although he undoubtedly had guts. I think what I like most about this book is how the author's voice comes through loud and clear, often laughing at himself, often tinged with remorse. At the end of the book, you feel that you have met this man - he is real.