Createspace Independent Publishing Platform Memories of a desert rat, paperback/franky cookson

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Memories of a Desert Rat This short, fascinating, and very personal account of one man's war experiences, tells the story of what it was like to live on the front line during WW2.

As the author explains, for the soldier on the ground, it was often impossible to understand the 'big picture' as to what was happening.

Adrian Jucker was wounded many times, in an experience that included El Alamein and Tobruk - and his changing role from Desert Rat to Paratrooper - right up to and including the Normandy landings.

The narrative demonstrates the ability of the British soldier during WW2 to adapt to the demands of the moment - and the bravery of those who did, and especially those who did not, survive.

It is simply and sparingly told, with little embellishment - and reflects a stoicism that was typical of the wartime generation.

The humour of the author shines through every page.

About the Author Adrian Jucker (pronounced Yooker, the 'oo' rhymes with book) was born in Manchester.

He was the youngest child of Enrico Jucker, the Italian Consul in Manchester, a wealthy paper-mill owner.

The ancestry of the family is Swiss/Italian.

Whilst Adrian was a child, the family moved to Grayshott Hall, in Surrey, which has since become a health spa.

Then, following the untimely deaths of both Philip, Adrian's adored older brother, and, a few years later, his father, the remaining family moved locally, to an elegant 1930s house called Anthony Place.

Adrian was educated at Shrewsbury, then Cambridge.

I first met my father when I was three.

I had heard about him from my mother, and seen his letters, many of which were illustrated, for my benefit.

For our first meeting, I hid behind a chair, so as to have the advantage of seeing him, before he saw me.

He had bandages everywhere, and his right arm was in both a sling and a plaster cast that was covered in signatures and drawings (some of them rather rude).

So I had a 'broken Daddy'! It took a day or so of adjustment, on my part, to get used to.