This is the second part of Millagan’s war memoirs, this time in Africa, and I’m really not sure what to make of it. It’s written in Milligan’s trademark surreal style, with annotated pictures and occasional “Hitlergrams” (little imagined conversations, between Hitler others, often commenting on something earlier in the chapter) but it also has quite stunning description of the landscape and the odd touching moment when you feel the horror of war. But the problem that I had is that the book doesn’t really seem to be hugely coherent, nor does it give you much of an overview of what’s happening, although I guess this is what it’s like for a lowly gunner in the army.
I’d say one for Milligan fans only.
