Where The Flying Fishes Play

Then not now, nearly 70 years ago, in the middle of a 2nd World War ordinary soldiers and most others didn't have any idea of the bigger picture of what they were caught up in. No mobiles or satallite communications for running TV commentary. No did John Wayne coming storming in to save the day. This story tells it as it was and really as it is for many now, even today. The perspective of one individual soldier caught up with mates and commrades trying to get by and stay alive - by luck, in the main it seems. Taking part as a cast member, in an epic not even Walt Disney could produce. Its cheerful, amusing, amazing, funny with no frills and no make believe. Giving a view of recent past seemingly innocent by todays world. A good sequel to the first book "Boys of Gold"

I found 'Where the Flying Fishes Play' an odd book to read. Evans immediately put me on edge in writing an autobiography in the third person which I find unneccessary and irritating.He also fails to deliver on many of his anecdotes and tales, begining to describe events and then abandoning them without explanation or conclusion, which is frustrating and removes the flavour of the book.The book reminded me very much of a black and white photograph - it offers an idea of what things were like, but ultimately lacks overall description and thrill.Furthermore, the jacket of the book contains a number of pictures, none of which are labelled (or certainly not that I could find). This seems to be a lapse on behalf of the editor, as they are ultimately meaningless without explantion.If you want to read an autobiography about men at war, try the likes of 'Quartered Safe Out Here', by George MacDonald Fraser, 'With The Jocks', by Peter White, or either of John Masters excellent autobiographies.