I found this a hard book to put down. Low is a very good writer and at times a very good nature comes out on paper. I found his background in the Legion very interesting and the thought he came from around the corner, and yet lived such a different life is really amazing. He writes well about his time in the Legion in France training and then in Africa. His time as a greedy contractor in Iraq is honest and frank. Iraq is to him a 'stinking tub of margarine', but he does have compassion- a sense of fear for the safety of a female worker in his compound, the loss of his Japanese ex-Legion colleague, the descriptions of his crazy Iraqi companions are often touching. There are large tracts of boredom punctuated with arse clenching excitement. He never exaggerates or ever makes himself out to be brave, but describes the reality of fear and the mundanity of often missing death by inches.
The book doesn't have much of an end which is probably fair enough since at the time of writing the war was ongoing. Its a straightforward soldiers straightforward account of life in the Warzone with black humour, honesty about the fear of death and a certain decency that stays with him throughout. We're talking South London decency- kind of bloke who doesn't speak prettily, but he'll stand by you till the end if need be and wont run out on you. Well worth the read for an insight into the Legion and the world of Armourgroup inc in Iraq with all the irritation of working for a private company who treat war like businesses run any other business. They are in it for the money, thats true enough, but this guy at least hasn't sold out on what it means to be a good soldier, and thats something worth reading.