This is the story of Patrol Officer Greenberg of the British South Africa Police, posted to a place in the intensifying Rhodesian bush war that could not be more bush and what couldn't be more middle than this middle of nowhere: Gokwe. If you're not from Rhodesia, Gokwe is almost a joke name for remoteness in the same way as Enkledoorn became synonymous with parochialism. So there was - and is - plenty of opportunity for playing it for laughs, which the author seizes with both hands, and successfully. He casts himself as a sort of 1970s Yossarian of the Rhodesian civil conflict in which the forces of Mugabe and Nkomo - backed more or less by the whole rest of the world - were attempting to wrest control of the country which became Zimbabwe from Ian Smith's highly-trained but resource-tiny security forces. We all know how it ended. And there has now been dozens of books - good and not so good - covering the conflict. But even the best ones are - as war books tend to be - rather dry. It is after all a serious business; not a barrel of laughs as such, but most authors tend to forget that there are laughs aplenty, as Spike Milligan signally demonstrated with his WWII memoirs. The Gokwe Kid scores by remembering, in an amusing narrative, the funny details which the soldier (because mostly, the BSAP were soldiers) endures. It's the minutiae of daily life in the front line which makes the difference in a war memoir. If you are ex-forces, whether Rhodesian or otherwise, these are the things which invoke nostalgia and make it real. That's what's good about this particular story. Very funny, but also, in places, poignant.