This second of Milligan's war memoirs. We find him in North Africa in 1943 fighting his way towards the ultimate defeat of the Axis powers at Tunis. Not single handedly, of course: apparently Generals Alexander and Montgomery had some hand in it as well!
Along the way we get to share more of Milligan's sense of humour, absurdity, horror, outrage, truly perceptive insights and simple pleasures.
This book will place you so firmly alongside him in the time and location that you will hear the rounds buzzing by you and feel the rumble of heavier stuff through your feet, such is his ability to draw the reader into his thoughts and experiences. Effortlessly you will go from rib-tickling merry making to finding yourself in mortal danger and then back again almost as soon as it began.
You will also experience the life of a soldier with all its boredom and barrackroom courseness. Milligan lets you share the feelings of loss and stupid waste when comrades are taken away into instant oblivion.
Of all war accounts I've read Milligan's is perhaps the most courageously honest and casual in style, yet captures the greater depths and ranges of human emotion and experience in relatively simple writing. Some may be surprised to find that for one who is best known for his wacky comedy, Milligan often shows the contemplative depth and honesty that would otherwise suit a philosopher.
And who is that sweet tenor he sometimes hears singing in the night?!