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This is part of the story of Michael Asher, now quite well known for his journeys and writings on exploration, war and other themes, perhqps best known of which is his convincing debunking of Andy McNab's stories in The Real Bravo Two Zero. Asher tells here of his time in the Parachute Regiment, Territorial SAS and RUC Special Patrol Group. In respect of the first of these, he pulls no punches telling of some of the physically fit misfits in that regiment (eg, who killed a pet cat in 1970's Belfast, then showed its body to children who came looking for it, who chased and battered a lovely badger to death, etc etc. One can only hope the same comes to those brutal thugs, double). Asher makes the point that while few units can equal the Parachute Regiment in battle, many (by no means all, of course)of these people are unfit to be on the streets. One is reminded of the French Foreign Legion... Asher eventually leaves "Para Reg" and, while doing a course at Leeds University, joins part of the territorial version of the SAS (23 SAS) and ends up spending most of his time with them, while his probationer policewoman girlfriend has an affair and, when found out, has the gall to be angry with HIM before dumping him! This event triggers Asher's final military port of call, to the SPG of the then Royal Ulster Constabulary, who are shown as rather less than impressive, to say the least. This is a more reflective book in the genre than most, emphasized by the photo of the author shown smoking a pipe like the cartoon in Private Eye of Books and Bookmen! Asher does, however, fall into the McNab-like trap of taking as unarguable that the SAS men are the most capable people on the planet in all respects...yet Asher himself, while belonging to them, can't even drive a car! Fit, brave and determined soldiers they may be, but some perspective, please! A good read. I suppose that if one wants to know most of what he did after these events, one has to buy all his other books...and why not?
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