Every Man an Emperor – Operation Market Garden

What a week for military history anniversaries it has been. Earlier this week, I published a brief blog post about the centenary of the birth of tank warfare, that day also coincided with Battle of Britain Day.  The version of the Battle of Britain that I grew up with was part myth, part truth.  The story was one of heroic young British Royal Air Force officers flying in Spitfires to fight the numerically superior Luftwaffe over southern England and ultimately prevailing, thereby making Hitler’s invasion of Britain impossible.

The truth is that more Fighter Command squadrons flew Hurricanes than Spitfires, a large number of the pilots were non-commissioned officers and the Battle of Britain was not a Brits-only affair.  Pilots from Poland, Czechoslovakia, France, South Africa, the United States, Canada, Australia and New Zealand also took part – a point that I wish could be hammered home to the thugs who have carried out shameful attacks on Poles living in Britain following the result of the Brexit referendum.  There is now even some doubt as to whether Hitler genuinely intended to invade Britain, although I recall reading in Manstein’s memoir that in 1940 he commanded troops earmarked for seaborne landings in Kent and Sussex with no indication of doubt about the plan.

The fact remains that the Battle of Britain caused significant attrition to the Luftwaffe’s combat power and combined with the ongoing Battle of the Atlantic, ensured that the Allies retained a Centre of Gravity in Europe and that the integrity of sea lanes of communication was maintained.  This set the scene for the Normandy landings in June and the subsequent attempt at an integrated airborne and ground offensive to seize a crossing point over the River Rhine that would have enabled a thrust into Germany and brought about a premature end to the war.  This offensive was named Operation Market Garden and began on 17 September 1944.

The story of Operation Market Garden has been told in literature and film, most notably in Cornelius Ryan’s 1974 book A Bridge Too Far and the 1979 movie of the same name, directed by Sir Richard Attenborough.  Anyone who has watched the movie, will know the story; allied airborne forces insert by parachute and glider to secure crossing points at Son, Nijmegen and Arnhem and hold them to enable a link-up operation by XXX Corps.  The ambitious plan, devised by Montgomery and sold to Eisenhower as achievable on paper, proves impossible in reality, with multiple factors aligning to spoil it.  A Bridge Too Far illustrates these points well; planning staff are aware of limitations in aircraft availability but do not admit the fact to their seniors, British 1st Airborne Division radio communications were limited by the woodland and technical failures.  Perhaps the worst failure of all was the intentional disregard of intelligence that indicated the presence of significant German forces in Arnhem.  Clausewitz tells us that war in reality can never match war on paper, cautioning commanders of the impact of friction and the fog of war.  There is little doubt in my mind that British hubris and a reluctance of planners to ‘speak truth to power’ contributed to the failure at Arnhem.  The consequences of doing so would have been potentially significant as illustrated by the treatment of Browning’s Intelligence Officer, Major Brian Urquhart[1].  When Urquhart voiced his concerns, Browning arranged for him to be sent on ‘sick leave’.

The ground thrust to achieve the link-up was slowed by many factors, most notably the effect of canalisation in the towns of Eindhoven and Nijmegen, the destruction of the Son bridge and of course, stiffer German resistance than had been anticipated.  XXX Corps did not manage to link up with 1st Airborne Division, whose plans had been scuppered, leaving Lieutenant Colonel John Frost’s 2nd Parachute Battalion isolated and surrounded at the Arnhem Bridge.  Men whose orders were to hold the bridges for 72 hours ended up fighting valiantly for nine days, short on ammunition and with 87% of resupply drops falling into German hands, it was a dire situation.

Attempts to reinforce 1st Airborne Division were made by Sosabowski’s Polish Parachute Brigade.  Their initial drop zones had been overrun and they were forced to land south of the river, days later than planned.  The intent was for them to cross the river using a ferry, but it was later discovered that the ferryboat had been sunk by the ferryman to deny its use to the Germans.  The Poles occupied defensive positions in Driel and were effective in blocking advances by German armour towards Arnhem.  Following appeals from British officers, Sosabowski agreed to attempt to cross the Rhine and reinforce the British perimeter.  Several attempts were made using small assault boats, but were hampered by the strong tides and a lack of oars. Around 170 Polish soldiers managed to reinforce the perimeter, about a quarter of the number that was hoped for, with a number being captured in the process.  The final attempt to reinforce came on the night of 24th September when a combined Anglo-Polish crossing was planned.  Sosabowski objected to this plan and bitterly resented the subordination of his troops to British command, but was effectively overruled.  Following the battle, Sosabowski was smeared by British officers and was subsequently removed from command.  It is not clear who instigated the plan to scapegoat Sosabowski, but fingers point variously at Browning and officers of 43rd Division.  While it is clear that the Polish officer was an abrasive character, his subsequent treatment was nothing short of shameful.  Honour has been restored in recent years with the award of the Military William Order to the 1st Polish Independent Parachute Brigade and the posthumous award of the Bronze Lion to Sosabowski by HM Queen Beatrix of the Netherlands.

On the ninth day, Operation Berlin was conducted, an evacuation of the remnants of Urquhart’s 1st Airborne Division from the north bank of the Rhine, this followed a determined German thrust to complete an encirclement of the British troops that was broken up by an artillery bombardment.  With boats provided the Royal Canadian Engineers and a covering force from the Polish Parachute Brigade, Operation Berlin enabled the evacuation of more than 2400 men from the Arnhem bridgehead.

Operation Market Garden was a gallant but flawed attempt at shortening the war.  On paper, the British failure to link-up with the beleaguered 1st Airborne Division was a failure, but the losses inflicted on the Germans and the heroic fighting spirit that has come to symbolise the Parachute Regiment and Airborne Forces are nothing short of legendary.  Montgomery summed up this spirit thus:

What manner of men are these that wear the maroon beret?

They are firstly all volunteers and are toughened by physical training.  As a result, they have infectious optimism and that offensive eagerness which comes from well-being.  They have jumped from the air and in doing so have conquered fear.

Their duty lies in the van of battle.  They are proud of this honour.  They have the highest standard in all things, whether it be skill in battle or smartness in the execution of all peace-time duties. They are in fact, men apart – every man an emperor.

[1] In the movie of A Bridge Too Far, Maj Urquhart was renamed Fuller. Apparently this was to avoid the audience confusing his character with that of Maj Gen Roy Urquhart.  It is reassuring to know that Hollywood perceives that audiences lack sufficient intellect to cope with two people with the same surname in one movie.


What’s that coming over the hill, is it a Panzer?

Tanks are like elephants. Everyone knows what they look like, but few people have actually seen one; and when they do, it is often in a museum or installed as part of a war memorial.  The mistake that most people make when faced with tanks as museum piece or memorials is believing they are seeing a tank.  Much like looking at the dry bones of a dinosaur, on such occasions we regard the mere shell of a tank.

Despite numerous childhood visits to the Royal Armoured Corps Museum at Bovington Camp in Dorset and the Imperial War Museum in London, I did not see my first real tank until I was eighteen.  The chill dawn of a September morning near the Sibesse Gap in Germany saw me and my mates standing to our arms in anticipation of an attack by British soldiers playing the part of opposing forces (OPFOR).  It had been a chilly, damp night and sleeping on the cold ground without the luxury of sleeping bags had leeched warmth from our bodies.  As we stood shivering in our fire trenches, sited to guard a notional minefield gap, a distant rumble and roar echoed down the valley from our rear rising to a crescendo as it drew near.  In the middle-distance a number of large menacing shapes emerged from the murky half-light. Challenger tanks.  No museum visit or war film could have prepared me such an imposing sight; sixty-two tons of metal, standing nearly ten feet tall, with a length of thirty-seven feet and the roar of a 26 litre Rolls Royce engine.  This was the stuff that boys’ (wet) dreams are made of (when not fantasising about girls of course).  The tanks approached our position along the metalled road in ‘line astern’ and stopped about twenty metres short of our position.  The commander of the lead tank briefly checked his map and after a short pause, with an enormous roar of their engines, the tanks moved on, passing the culvert that we had dug in next to and pulled a sharp right turn, heading across the front-right of our little piece of battlespace up a rolling slope, fanning out into line-abreast as they did so, moving out to perform the cavalry’s traditional role of screening the infantry’s flanks. That was it, my first real up-close encounter with a tank.  Over the course of my career, I worked with armour on a number of occasions, but nothing ever came close to the thrill of that first experience.

Thrill is the right word when you are on a peacetime exercise and the tanks are friendly.  When you are sitting in a defensive position and the tanks that you are facing are those of the enemy, I imagine the effect would be bowel-loosening terrifying.  When you picture that sixty odd tons coming at you at a speed of thirty-five miles per hour, its main armament blasting away at your little castle of ‘wriggly tin’, sandbags and barbed wire, the machine guns intermittently raking back and forth, the military descriptors of the role of armour as ‘shock action’ and ‘aggressive mobile action’ seem euphemistically understated. Soldiers of my generation had seen tanks; on TV, in the movies and in museums.  Had the Cold War turned hot, we would have an inkling what we might be up against.  A few days after my first encounter, we would have a taste of what this might be like when a combined arms battlegroup of tanks and armoured infantry assaulted our main defensive position.  Our anti-tank weapons were well deployed and the umpires reckoned that we could have taken out most of this unit, but the show, based on the exercise scenario had to go on.

One hundred years ago, tanks were first used in action on the Somme battlefield at Flers-Courcelette.  This was a new weapon being unleashed on the world and with no frame of reference, the German soldiers that faced them must have been overwhelmed by the sight of these armoured leviathans.  The actual result was mixed, many of the tanks did not make it to the line of departure for the attack and of the thirty-two that did, only nine breached the German lines, nevertheless, the ability of the tank to manoeuvre across the scarred terrain of the battlefield while resisting small arms fire and shell splinters was proven.  Those who witnessed this first tank attack might not have realised its enormity, but the first step of a shift in the character of conflict had just been taken.  If the Great War was characterised largely by the attrition of trench warfare, subsequent wars were often characterised by combined arms manoeuvre and air-land integration with many leaders from Guderian, Manstein, Montgomery and Patton to Schwarzkopf, de la Billiere and others forging their reputations through their Generalship of armoured formations.  The rest, as they say, is history – tanks for the memory.

© Barry Alexander, 2016

Ground Zero

Darkest hour of the darkest day

The world stood and watched

First firefighters, next widows, then soldiers

Ordinary lives changed immeasurably


Eye of a gathering storm of war

Epicentre of a maelstrom of chaos

The towers cast a long cold shadow

Although they stand no more


The aftershocks reverberate

Fifteen full years on

One day that dictated who I became

Sent me far from home


If I could visit Ground Zero

A pilgrimage for peace

Stand and peer into the abyss

What reflection would I see?


© Barry Alexander 2016





On Remembering War

In my recent podcast chat with Adin Dobkin and Randy ‘Charlie Sherpa’ Brown, we discussed the importance of the role that narrative plays in bridging the gap between soldiers and the societies that they serve to help civilians better understand the nature of the military operations that are committed on their behalf.  The narrative forms that we discussed included factual, literary, poetic and comedic.

Whilst it might be argued that some narrative forms carry less value and validity than others, each form has a part to play in weaving the complex tapestry that tells the story of our collective and individual experience and becomes our history.

It is widely held that perception is reality and that each of us builds our own reality based on how we experience the world through our senses. If that is the case, then we should ensure that we remember our wars through as many forms as possible, exploring competing and conflicting narratives through the diverse array of media available.

In the information age, the battle of the narrative has become key terrain for military and political leaders.  For soldiers, this underpins the moral component of fighting power; articulating why we fight.  For civilians, the importance of such a narrative is arguably more important as their consent which allows governments to continue State policy ‘through other means’. The essence of Clausewitz’s holy trinity.  Recent examples of the narrative undermining the will of the people include the images of US Marines fighting in the grounds of the US Embassy in Saigon and the considerable media exposure given to military repatriations at Royal Wootton Basset in Wiltshire.  There is little doubt in my mind that in each case, such strong imagery fed the belief that the Vietnam war was unwinnable for the US and that success in Afghanistan was not worth the cost in British lives.

As a means of conveying the raw essence of conflict, poetry is a strong medium.  Writing poetry has enabled me to process my experiences and share them with others.  As a reader, I find poetry so powerful and emotive that I sometimes feel it should be accompanied by a warning notice along the lines of ‘may inspire wild thoughts and actions’ and should perhaps, like a Claymore mine, carry a ‘front toward enemy’ instruction.  How many young men went to war in 1914 influenced by Sir Henry Newbolt’s Vitaï Lampada only to find their experience more closely resemble that of Wilfred Owen’s Dulce et Decorum Est?  I love both poems, Owen’s for its bitter and unglamorous portrayal of the reality of death in an industrial conflict and Newbolt’s for seeking to find something of merit in the unsuccessful campaign to relieve Gordon’s garrison at Khartoum; the realistic and romantic aspects of the drama of conflict.  Even now, when the snapshots of my war are conjured up in my mind, I want to think Vitaï Lampada, not Dulce et Decorum Est.  I hope my writing manages to balance both sides of that coin, for in my experience, there is a truth to each.

In the podcast we discussed the value of humour and the impact that it has on the narrative of war.  In his Sherpatudes Randy tells us that:

“Humor is a combat multiplier. Except when it isn’t.”

Making light of life threatening situations is almost as intuitive to soldiers as it might be counterintuitive to their civilian counterparts.  As a teenager, I remember being horrified at the story of Great War soldiers who would shake the hand of a dead soldier that protruded from a trench wall before going ‘over the top’.  As a veteran, I get it.  In On Afghanistan’s Plains, I describe how a sergeant and I made light of a dead Taliban fighter.  This action, of which I am now somewhat ashamed, was born out of fear, rather than callousness.  This gallows humour, which I accept will perhaps seem beyond the pale to many readers helped us to get through that day with sanity intact.  Some years ago, I read Excursion to Hell by Vince Bramley, a former Parachute Regiment soldier who fought in the Falklands.  My own experience of conflict pales in comparison to the epic fight for Mount Longdon that was endured by those soldiers, yet mixed in with the chaos and tragedy, there is humour.  Bramley tells the story of a soldier playing a trick on a comrade by placing a disembodied human foot into his rolled up sleeping bag.  At another point in Bramley’s story, when under shell-fire, another soldier jokingly cries out “I’ve lost my leg!” to which another man replies, “No you haven’t mate, it’s over here!”  The expression “if you didn’t laugh, you would cry” springs to mind.

But what of the comedic depiction of armies and conflict?  Military customs, traditions and activities can seem arcane to outsiders, which makes them ripe for satire.  Blackadder Goes Forth provides us with an entertaining, if largely inaccurate account of the British Army in the First World War, while it is clear that MASH used the Korean War as a vehicle to satirise the Vietnam War.  In out podcast chat, Randy, Adin and I discussed contemporary attempts to do the same.  I have to admit that I never watched an episode of Bluestone 42, a British situation comedy set in Afghanistan, mainly because when the series aired, I was not yet ready to see my war used as a vehicle for comedy.

As gentlemen of a certain age, we discovered that there are two comedy shows that may have influenced us as young boys, Hogan’s Heroes and Dad’s Army.  Both of these shows rightly fall into the category of classic comedy and have earned their place in popular culture’s Hall of Fame.  Highly entertaining as they are, when weighed against Schindler’s List, these threads do not carry the same weight in our colourful tapestry, but they have a place nonetheless.

© Barry Alexander 2016

On Remembering War is an episode of the Military Writers’ Guild podcast: The Pen and the Sword hosted by Adin Dobkin, featuring Barry Alexander and Randy Brown.

Welcome to FOB Haiku by Randy Brown a.k.a. Charlie Sherpa is published by Middle West Press LLC and available on amazon.

On Afghanistan’s Plains by Barry Alexander is available on amazon as a paperback and Kindle e-book.

Tangye – A Dog of War

What is it about soldiers and dogs? On every operational tour of duty that I went on, from the Balkans to Afghanistan, pretty much every unit adopted (or was adopted by) a dog.  Official policy direction about such matters was always clear – as vectors for disease, animals should not be adopted as mascots; a policy to which a blind eye was often turned.  The enduring relationship between man and his best friend perhaps explains the reason why. It is thought that dogs were first domesticated in central Asia at least 15 000 years ago. It is no surprise then, that when far from hearth and home and separated from loved ones, soldiers will find comfort in the shape of a four-legged friend.

Of the dogs of war that I met over the years, few stand out in my memory quite so much as Tangye.  Tangye was an adorable little black Labrador that had made himself at home among the soldiers based at Kajaki.  By the time I deployed to Afghanistan in the Spring of 2007, Tangye had already consolidated his position of ‘top dog’ at our base.  Our doggy had achieved such status that here was no way that I could have written On Afghanistan’s Plains without giving him a mention:

‘As I make my way along the track, I am almost bowled off my feet by a small, lolloping black shadow which hurtles and weaves between the wraith-like forms of the patrolling soldiers. Tangye, a beautiful, stocky black labrador has joined us for the patrol. Tangye was found abandoned by our Royal Marines predecessors in the village whose name he bears.  Loved by the soldiers, the dog serves as a talisman on our patrols. We know from the ICOM chatter that the Taliban do not like him, thinking him to be a mine-detecting dog. Whenever Tangye joins us on a patrol, the Taliban do their damnedest to kill him, but he has more lives than a cat and always comes through unscathed.’

I also had Tangye as a patient. A fellow officer brought him to me for a tick-removal session. I will never forget how well behaved Tangye was while I spent a good half hour removing the unwanted critters from his coat; it was as if he knew I was helping him.

You may not have heard of Tangye before, but if you saw the first season of the Ross Kemp documentary series Ross Kemp in Afghanistan, there is an episode in which B Company, 1 Royal Anglian mounts a patrol into the village of Mazdurak. If you watch carefully, you will see that the patrol is accompanied by a little black dog; that is Tangye.

For years after leaving Afghanistan, I would often wonder what happened to our adorable pooch. I just assumed that he was still somewhere around Kajaki. Last week, when I read that it was National Dog Day, I found myself thinking of Tangye, so I googled him!  After all, hundreds of British soldiers had served in Kajaki, followed by the US Marine Corps, maybe others had written about him.  The google search was fruitful.  It did not take long to discover that Tangye is no longer in Afghanistan. He was rescued by Now Zad, a charity specialising in the rescue and rehoming of dogs from conflict zones as well as working to contain animal borne diseases such as rabies through the humane management of stray animal populations. Run by Pen Farthing, a former Royal Marine, the Now Zad charity has rescued more than 800 dogs from Afghanistan, often reuniting them with the soldiers that first rescued them.

A quick email to Pen has confirmed that Tangye was rescued and rehomed around 2010.  It is now nine years ago that I was in Afghanistan; so no matter how young Tangye was then, he will be an old dog now.  I also discovered that Tangye was featured in Beyond the Call of Duty, a book by Isabel George, in which he gets his own chapter.

Sadly, Pen could not give me any further details at to Tangye’s current whereabouts; wherever he is, I hope this faithful dog soldier is living the high life – he deserves it.

Find out more about the work of the Now Zad charity at http://www.nowzad.com

Beyond the Call of Duty by Isobel George is published by HarperCollins and is available on amazon

Barry Alexander is the author of On Afghanistan’s Plains, a true story of courage and compassion under fire.

© Barry Alexander, 2016

Patcham Peace Gardens

I was extremely saddened to read about the theft of paving slabs from the Peace Garden at Patcham, near Brighton. My Twitter and Facebook posts initially referred to this as a senseless crime, unfortunately that is not the case. I have no doubt that this theft made absolute sense to the perpetrator – no doubt they benefited a good deal and I suspect that they would have considered this a ‘victimless’ crime – nobody was hurt either physically or financially.

Coming so soon after the centenary of the Battle of the Somme, the true victim of this crime is the entire community. As well as providing a focal point for formal, collective acts of remembrance each November, such settings also provide a place where individuals can reflect upon the sacrifices made not only in the two World Wars, but also in more recent conflicts. In a report in the Brighton and Hove News, Councillor Geoffrey Theobald states that the paving stones were not insured and that the damage is estimated to be in the region of £5000.

As a displaced native of Sussex and retired officer, I have been in contact with another local Councillor, Lee Wares and offered to assist in any way that I can. There is already talk of raising funds to replace the slabs which are made of heavy York stone. One of my suggestions is to mobilise local youth groups, Service-related organisations and the wider community and use this sad event as an opportunity to upgrade the Garden to benefit future generations. One idea is to emblazon replacement slabs with the insignia of organisations that assist as well as the cap badges of Regiments, Corps and Services of the men from Patcham who gave their lives.

I will post more on this topic as the story unfolds.



The Journey So Far

On Afghanistan’s Plains has been ‘on the streets’ for two months now and I thought that I should share some of my journey with the world as it has been an amazing experience.

The first very pleasant surprise was that there was sufficient interest in the book to mean that I had sales from Day One.  The biggest fear when sharing such a personal story with the world is that nobody will want to buy it.  So, the book has not shot to the top of the amazon charts and I have not been inundated with phone calls from national newspapers, or any newspapers for that matter, but it is selling.  To date, between the paperback and kindle editions, I have sold more than 100 copies, which is great considering my initial aim was to sell one!

The second greatest fear was that the book would not be well received. Again, because this is my story, told in my own words, in publishing the book, there was a strong feeling that I was putting my head above the parapet. This sense was heightened by inviting some of those that I had served alongside and who feature in the story to read the book. Thankfully, the book has received some very positive feedback from friends and strangers alike:

“Just a quick note to say how humbled I was by the words in your book. The last 2 pages certainly put a lump in my throat. Your actions in the aid of our soldiers will live with me forever.” Steve (formerly Platoon Sergeant of 10 Platoon, C Company, 1 Royal Anglian).

“Finally received my copy today. The book got stuck in the BFPO system. Haven’t been able to put it down, bringing back many great memories. Thanks Baz and well done on keeping such a detailed diary.”  Phil (formerly Officer Commanding C Company, 1 Royal Anglian).

“A thoroughly compelling read, recounting a six-month tour in Helmand Province in 2007 in the role of senior nursing officer. The vivid, no-nonsense prose brings to life the setting, the characters and the grim facts of day-to-day existence in this brutal, asymmetric conflict.” ‘Ersatz Coffee’ (Amazon Review).

“This is not the usual run of Afghan fayre. It is a triumph that will leave you humbled, proud and confident in the quality of our young men and women in uniform. If you want to know about leadership this book will give you some powerful clues. If you want to know how to be an Army nurse then this book is a seminal work. No library should be without it and no professional, regardless of his or her field, should not have read it.”  Anonymous Amazon Customer.

The best thing about writing and publishing the book is the new friends that I have made.  In week that the book was published, I was invited by Mick Cook, Australian Army Officer and podcaster, to be interviewed for his Dead Prussian Podcast.  Mick has interviewed an eclectic bunch of artists, wordsmiths and academics who have in interest in war and conflict. My interview with Mick was recorded two days after launch day and was a great experience.  Mick’s podcast can be found here, my interview is Episode 11.  A week or two after launch, my book was discovered by Dr Viv Newman. Viv is a historian and author of a series of books about the role of women during the Great War. One of Viv’s books Nursing Through Shot and Shell tells the story of nursing and nurses during the Great War – which has a clear link to my own story.  Viv and I also share links to Essex (she lives there, I used to live there and much of my time in Afghanistan was spent with C (Essex Company) 1 Royal Anglian) and her daughter is married to a Warrant Officer in an English Infantry Regiment.  You can find more details of Viv’s books on her website.

Through Viv, I have been invited to serve as a judge for the Never Such Innocence poetry competition.  This competition commemorates the centenary of the Great War and accepts entries from children aged 9 to 16 in the UK and Commonwealth.  It is a great honour to be invited to take on this role and I cannot wait to be involved.  The poetry competition is one of several projects run by the Never Such Innocence charity, other projects include the staging of Shakespeare plays by a company of players consisting of Combat Veterans.  You can find out more about Never Such Innocence here.

Rhiannon Harradine was one of the first people to read my book, as a young lady with a soldier in her life, Rhiannon was kind enough to leave a review and explain that my book had helped her to understand him and his world a little better.  Rhiannon has a keen interest in politics and frequently posts to her politicsgirl blog.  I do not agree with all of Rhiannon’s political sentiments, but she writes with insight and maturity beyond her years and I am always enjoy reading her posts.

The last people that I must mention are from across the pond in the USA. Mary Tabor has been a wonderful mentor throughout the creative phase of writing On Afghanistan’s Plains and her friendship is truly valued. She is also the only person I know that has a Wikipedia page as well as a website!  Romance author Liz Madrid has been a real ‘force multiplier’ by being brave enough to let me loose on her blog as a guest and creating some great cover reveals and generally telling people about my book. Last but not least,  ‘Charlie Sherpa’   has been great at re-tweeting me and was kind enough to give my book a shout-out when he was interviewed by author Katey Schultz about FOB Haiku, his anthology of Afghanistan-inspired poetry.

So, two months in and proud to be able to officially call myself an author, stardom and riches are certainly not on the horizon, but I am enjoying the ride and love that I have discovered some wonderful people along the way.

On Afghanistan’s Plains is available in Paperback and Kindle Edition through amazon in the UK and the USA.