I was struck by the nuances of British racial theory in the following exchange: a Pipe-sergeant is telling of a famous piper who rallied his regiment by playing the regimental march after being shot in both ankles during an attack on an Afghan position. "'He said after that he was wild at the thought of his regiment being stopped by a bunch o' n******.' Sergeant McGaw stirred uncomfortably. 'I don't like that. He shouldn't have called them n******.' "Neither he should, and you're right for once' said the pipey. He sipped neatly at his glass. 'They wass not n******; they wass wogs.'"

In a later scene Fraser describes an unspecified royal Dutchess giving out prizes at Regimental Games. When the youngster who took second place in the childrens' foot race replies to her remarks with an unprintable description of his opponent: "There was a few seconds' horrified frozen silence, in which the Duchess's charming smile altered by not one fraction." the Regimental Sergeant-Major quickly leans forward to add, "'He is saying "Thank you very much", Your Highness. In Gaelic.'" The author remarks: "You cannot shake a Regimental Sergeant-Major; whatever the situation, he is unconquerable. 'How very nice of him,' said the Duchess, still smiling, as Donnie trotted away. 'How awfully nice.' You cannot shake a royal Duchess either."

This book never fails to make me laugh until my sides hurt, and my badly-battered former library copy is one of my most prized possessions. Although it's fiction, it deals with a part of the Second World War that is not often addressed in literature; specifically, the North African campaign, and how brutal the fighting was for all parties involved. The context used is one of the Highland Regiments of the British Army, and the personalities involved are all utterly hilarious. From the enlisted men to the officers, the chaplain who goes into metaphysical trances in the pulpit, and the assorted cast of civilians of all kinds, it uses humor to talk about what the men saw and experienced in a way that makes readers laugh aloud, but also makes them reach for a notepad to do further research after they're done reading. In summation: amazing realistic wartime fiction, encourages further learning, and side-splittingly funny. ( )

This and the second of this series, MacAuslan in the Rough, are some of Fraser's best work, more consistently funny and with more decent characters than the better-known Flashman books. These stories are apparently loosely based on the latter part of Fraser's real military career, as an officer in a Scottish regiment just after World War II. Since his non-fiction account Quartered Safe Out Here ends with his going for promotion to officer after sreving as an enlisted man in Burma, in effect this acts as a sequel to Quartered, though on the whole that is more serious. (I suppose even FRaser would find it hard to be funny about fighting the Japanese in Burma.) ( )

Humorous account of a young officer in charge of a platoon of Scots Highlanders in the time directly after WWII, from 1946-1950 in the Middle East, North Africa nad home in Scotland. Well done stories like Fraser usually tells. I had read this years ago, but it was still fresh and funny. Very specific though, and many of the Scots words that he used with his characters were not translate, which is perhaps for the good. ( )

Great tales from an Army long gone. ( )