A super-fast, but gripping read.
My late father was in the REME in North Africa during WW2. He only ever mentioned El Alamein once, after he'd had a few beers. We were in the British Legion and I think he bumped into a couple guys he'd served with at the bar, which is what probably prompted the reminiscence. His unit was due to be shipped forward, but he and one or two friends were hospitalised with really bad dysentery for a week, so he missed the worst at El Alamein. "I lost a lot of good mates in that one," was all he would say.