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on 24 April 2013
If you're into a lot of action in your autobiographies this book might not be for you. However, if you want to know what it was like to spend most of the war abroad, fighting in Africa, then Burma and finally Malaysia, then you'll enjoy this book. The author spent most of his RAF career living in awful conditions. He writes with an entertaining irreverence for higher command and is rightfully scathing about the desk jockeys who lived in comparative luxury whilst he and his fellow flyers had to live in tents surviving on bully beef and hard tack.
I found the author's style eminently readable, and although there isn't any real action until he reaches Burma, where he flew antiquated Hurribombers, he kept me engaged with his numerous stories about the places and people he met. As the book goes on he becomes more and more fatalistic and the last hundred pages or so see's many of his comrades die. He didn't celebrate VE day. Instead he climbed into his Hurribomber on a mission to bomb Japanese positions in the jungle. By the time VJ Day arrived he was depressed and scared, wondering what would become of him, a man born of war who knew only how to fly and kill.
A very good and moving book.