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Reissued for the first time since publication, Volume One of Spike Milligan’s outrageous, hilarious, legendary War Memoirs
‘At Victoria station the R.T.O. gave me a travel warrant, a white feather and a picture of Hitler marked This is your enemy . I searched every compartment, but he wasn’t on the train …’
In this, the first of Spike Milligan’s uproarious recollections of life in the army, our hero takes us from the outbreak of war in 1939 (‘it must have been something we said’), through his attempts to avoid enlistment (‘time for my appendicitus, I thought’) and his gunner training in Bexhill (‘There was one drawback. No ammunition’) to the landing at Algiers in 1943 (‘I closed my eyes and faced the sun. I fell down a hatchway’).
Filled with bathos, pathos and gales of ribald laughter, this is a barely sane helping of military goonery and superlative Milliganese.
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Reissued for the first time since publication, Volume One of Spike Milligan’s outrageous, hilarious, legendary War Memoirs
‘At Victoria station the R.T.O. gave me a travel warrant, a white feather and a picture of Hitler marked This is your enemy . I searched every compartment, but he wasn’t on the train …’
In this, the first of Spike Milligan’s uproarious recollections of life in the army, our hero takes us from the outbreak of war in 1939 (‘it must have been something we said’), through his attempts to avoid enlistment (‘time for my appendicitus, I thought’) and his gunner training in Bexhill (‘There was one drawback. No ammunition’) to the landing at Algiers in 1943 (‘I closed my eyes and faced the sun. I fell down a hatchway’).
Filled with bathos, pathos and gales of ribald laughter, this is a barely sane helping of military goonery and superlative Milliganese.