Roy Farran was one of the great fighting men of World War Two - and afterwards, as well. It's strange that I like this book so much, because its structure is pretty shaky - right from the outset, Farran plonks the reader straight into the Middle East in 1940 with no explanation as to his early life or military career. His adventures with the Special Air Service are told so self-deprecatingly that one wonders how on earth he collected his astonishing decorations, including a DSO and an MC and two bars. Perhaps he thought that somebody else would write about how they were acquired - and I hope that one day, somebody will. However, by the end of the book, Farran was rightly furious and he made no attempt to disguise it. After some daring and dangerous exploits in post-war Palestine, Farran was arrested and charged with the murder of a Jewish terrorist. It appears that this was on the thinnest of evidence but that a supine British Government felt that a culprit was required. This, I think is the best section of the book and Farran's hostility comes through hot and strong, so much so that his original publishers performed a highly inexpert hatch-job in editing-out what they must have considered to be the most objectionable sections.
Farran was eventually acquitted and returned home to England; but that verdict did not find favour with the Jewish terrorist group, the Irgun Zvai Leumi who sent a parcel bomb to the Farran family home. It was addressed to `Mr. R. Farran' and was opened by Farran's brother, Rex; it exploded, killing him instantly. Nor was his culpability only the view of the Irgun; I met Farran in 1997 at the Army & Navy Club. During our discourse, he was approached by a deranged-looking man, of his own vintage, who screamed at him `Murderer!' - not that it fazed Farran in the slightest.
Hero or villain? Make up your own mind; but for what it's worth, I happen to think he was rather a great man and one who was let down badly by a gutless British government.
Well worth reading.