Over fifty years having now passed since the Second World War ended, it is surprising that there are any first-hand accounts left that are worth the telling. The fact that there are, and that they have remained untold, can only be ascribed to modesty and to the fact that fifty years ago what seems to be the post-war generation to be the exclusive province of thriller writers was to David Sutherland’s generation the only adult world they had ever known. It needs someone to say: You’d better write it down before it’s too late or a grandchild to ask: What did you do in the war, Grandpa? to get the pen and the memory cells into gear. David Sutherland’s war certainly ranks very high indeed in the thriller ratings. If, at times, he errs on the side of modesty when describing his own role and is over-generous in his praise of others, he cannot disguise the fact that au fond he found it all thrilling - while realising that ultimately he was extremely lucky to come out alive. Much of the action is set in the Aegean where the author served with the Special Boat Service, an off-shoot of the infant SAS, raiding airfields on the German-held islands. This is really thrilling stuff, made all the more moving by the author’s profound and lasting admiration for the Greek resistance fighters who risked not just their lives, but those of their families and entire villages, by giving their support. David Sutherland has written a true adventure story. But it is one which raises that age-old yet acutely disconcerting question: When men have lived lives like this, what am I doing catching the 8:15 from Woking?!
AUTHOR: David Sutherland was born in 1920. He was educated at Eton and commissioned into The Black Watch in 1939, just after the outbreak of war. He remained in the Army until 1955, when he joined MI5, for whom he worked for twenty-five years. He is married to Christine Sutherland, author of the bestselling ‘Princess of Siberia’.
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