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ARRSE

Possibly one of the best veterans accounts concerning service in the Special Raiding Squadron that exists and has been turned into an excellent book by his son.
This book is highly recommended to anyone who has even a passing interest in the history of the Regiment during the period from 1942 to the end of WW2.

Grenville Bint, SAS Association

This is a fascinating first-hand historical account. Peter Davis was the youngest officer to serve in the original SAS Regiment (“SAS Mark1”, which was disbanded in 1945) during the Second World War. During his SAS service, he kept a diary – in defiance of instructions – and soon after the war, demobbed and waiting to begin his studies at Cambridge, he wrote it up into a book that was never published during his lifetime.

Original SAS memoirs are few and far between. Roy Farran’s, Mike Calvert’s and David Stirling’s writings immediately come to mind, but not many others. It is likely that Peter Davis’s SAS will prove to be the very last first-hand account of the wartime SAS, its camaraderie and hair-raising operations, ever to be published. It follows that this book is a godsend to the researcher with an interest in SAS Mark 1 and in the Italian Campaign in which Davis served and won the Military Cross. As a bonus, the numerous illustrations are contemporary photos taken by Davis in the course of his campaigns, so we know exactly what he and his comrades looked like, what they wore and where they lived.

It is not only researchers who will wish to read this book, however. Peter Davis, while not a literary giant, has an easy and readable style. One would have liked to have known him: he comes across as modest, commonsensical and honest. He does not go in for macho posturing; in fact, he admits the fairly numerous occasions when, as a rookie on a steep learning curve, he made silly mistakes. It is equally clear that Davis later became a skilful and resourceful leader, who earned his men’s trust.

Army Rumor Service

“SRS, prepare to embark”. This was the chilling phrase broadcast over HMS Ulster Monarch’s tannoy as the ship anchored in the waters off Cape Murro di Porco south of Syracuse on 10 July 1943. It alerted the SAS men of the Special Raiding Squadron (SRS) that they would soon be in action. Their target was a heavily defended Italian gun battery sited on top of the cliffs of the cape. The men had been told that the fate of the whole invasion of Sicily depended on them. In the eerie glow of combat lighting, they now waited in final suspense. Each man knew it was possible that he might not survive the night. On the order “SRS, stand by to embark”, the men headed towards the oiling doors where they would climb into their landing craft. Here they waited again, but already activity was subduing anxiety. At last the call came: “SRS embark”. Apprehension vanished.

Peter Davis was there that night.

As the last veterans of WW2 die, the opportunity to hear vivid stories directly from them dies with them. There is a profound sense that there will soon be, if not already, no more new tellings. So the publication of Peter Davis’ account of the invasion of Sicily is as surprising as it is rare. Until now, the only full, fresh account of Sicily by an SAS veteran was Derrick Harrison’s excellent “These Men are Dangerous”. Harrison was a section commander alongside Davis. Both accounts, recorded shortly after the war by articulate, intelligent writers, are doubly precious because they are full of the details usually lacking in accounts made many years later. There are details of place, details of atmosphere and, perhaps most valuable of all, details of emotions. The combination brings history to life.

Davis’s son Paul found the manuscript of his father’s account when going through his papers some 18 years after he died. It was apparently written immediately after the war based on wartime diaries, while Davis was waiting to go to Cambridge University. Its original title was “Stand By to Embark”. Although redolent of high drama, this phrase would have meant nothing to most people, so it is undoubtedly wise, in this age of internet search key words, that the title was changed...

... There are also many photographs, many of them apparently never published before.

Davis’ tone is pitched well throughout. Although he tells the funny stories that soldiers are so fond of, they do not dominate or distort the history. One of Davis’ great strengths is that he never shies away from admitting to the effects of fear and apprehension, whether learning to parachute, waiting to fight, or staring into the enemy-filled night. There are no false heroics here.

He struggles, understandably but successfully, to describe the remarkable nature of the men of the SAS, whom he clearly loved: the roguishness mixed with villainy, the disciplined indiscipline, the heroes conjured out of those whom society might well look down on. His account is a tribute to these men, and an attempt to hold on fiercely to times he would never see again, and would always miss.

This book is a wonderful find. Many thanks to Paul Davis for bringing his father’s account out into the world.

Operation Ladbroke - Feat of Arms

'This autobiographical account provides a rare account from an SAS original.'

Hertfordshire Life

The dictum of many of the men that served with Peter Davis was: better to die happily having 'lived' a little than never to have 'lived' at all. All shared the intense lives of complete military professionals with the pride of being a part of the SAS. These were ordinary men as the fears and concerns of Davis show but they were also extraordinary because they control intense fear and carry on with the tasks they have been set. This book is a great tribute to those men. It is an honest and very readable account of the life of a young officer whose readers can do no more than respect and rejoice he survived. To be murdered in his home in South Africa in 1994 was not what he deserved.

The Military History Group

The dictum of many of the men that served with Peter Davis was: better to die happily having 'lived' a little than never to have 'lived' at all. All shared the intense lives of complete military professionals with the pride of being a part of the SAS. These were ordinary men as the fears and concerns of Davis show but they were also extraordinary because they control intense fear and carry on with the tasks they have been set. This book is a great tribute to those men. It is an honest and very readable account of the life of a young officer whose readers can do no more than respect and rejoice he survived. To be murdered in his home in South Africa in 1994 was not what he deserved.

The Military History Group