North Africa, 1942. Dust, heat, thirst, flies. For those who liked that sort of thing, it was a good clean fight: nothing to harm but the sand, the enemy and yourself. Striking hard and escaping fast, Fanny Barton’s squadron play Russian roulette, flying their clapped out Tomahawks on ground-strafing forays. On the ground, the men of Captain Lampard’s SAS patrol drive hundreds of miles behind enemy lines to plant bombs on German aircraft. This is the story of the desert war waged by the men of the RAF and SAS versus the Luftwaffe and the Afrika Korps – a war of no glamour and few heroes in a setting often more lethal than the enemy.
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Anything but a Clean Fight
The atmosphere created both by the author and the narrator. The descriptive narration of the action with great detail of individual relationships add greater depth to the overall story.
\the politics of the three basic units in the efforts to succeed, The German Intelligence, the SAS and the Desert Air Force
The atmosphere he created in the various areas of the story line. His voice control and change in tempo bought the story alive.
Not such a Good Clean Fight
This is almost classic Derik Robinson, a wonderful tale of war between men and war against the desert as well as the emotions of men in battle. Truly a very good read.