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The articulate, illuminating, wryly humorous story of a journalist conscripted into a Second World War anti-aircraft battery – told in his own words and woven into the social, political and military mayhem going on around him.
Derek Nudd has taken his father's letters home and has skillfully woven them into a rich tapestry that displays what the war was like for an ordinary chap (basically a bloke who was a civilian really, but who had to don the guise of a soldier because Hitler insisted on doing what despots always do, undertaking despotic acts) who had an extraordinary ability with the pen (he was an outstandingly good artist) and the typewriter.
Indeed he wrote and produced some superb newspapers (hand designed, naturally!) in all sorts of dangerous wartime locations.
The book shows Eric Nudd as a man of immense charm and wit, of outstanding abilities and a canny, yet kindly, observer of human nature.
The book contains a number of photographs and a collection of Eric's poetry, of a somewhat eclectic collection of ideas and themes.
Eric Nudd died at the tragically early age of 54.
Everyone should own a copy of this book and as it costs a mere £13.99 for a shade under 400 pages, it is worth every penny.
Intimate account of one family's Second World War experience based on the letters from Eric to his wife. Loved the detail: salary reduction due to rank; promotion stymied due to snobbishness; wry acknowledgement of some of the sheer stupidity of senior ranks. yet a hunger for knowledge, pride in company's achievements and still a sense of displacement - there through sense of duty, conviction is to be at home with the family and advancing in media career. Would highly recommend this book.
In 1940 Eric Nudd was unwillingly conscripted to a heavy anti-aircraft regiment. He grew over the next five years into a seasoned professional with the Normandy and North West European campaigns under his belt.
A previously unsuspected talent for maths took him from heaving shells to fire-control and then radar, giving him a ringside view of the manic wartime technology race. As a Fleet Street journalist, prolific letter-writer and occasional poet Eric published improvised news sheets from a succession of gun sites and dugouts.
This tale is told by a ‘civilian-in-uniform’ who was an acute observer and literate recorder of what he saw. His wry, sometimes scathing observations on the humour and idiocy of army life, and the military, political and cultural events of the time are set against the global cataclysm going on around him. The author colours in the background for those of us lucky enough to have missed it.
The story provides a new perspective – from underneath – on the anti-aircraft forces who, for a while after the fall of France, were the only part of the army shooting back.
The title, by the way, was a contemporary joke.
This book will appeal to the reader who enjoys historical and military biographies, and provide new insights for the student of the period.