"...Mr Ronald tells of life on desert war's "sharp edge" with honesty and no little wit and humor." -- Scott Belliveau, Naval Institute Press
"Vividly written, totally engrossing, Some Survived is a remarkable, gripping memoir, an immensely valued contribution..." -- Midwest Book Review, August 6, 2000
Vividly written, totally engaging, Some Survived is a remarkable, gripping memoir... -- Midwest Book Review, Aug 6, 2000
From the Author
Tales of my wartime experiences, and details of my frequent brushes with death, have impressed my family and friends. They have urged me to put these adventures on paper for a wider audience to read.
From the Inside Flap
Join a crack British tank regiment in the North African Desert fighting Rommel's troops in World War II.
Do YOU have what it takes to survive?
Read how it's done!
About the Author
Charles Ronald was born and educated in the United Kingdom. During World War II, he served on active duty in North Africa as a member of a tank regiment. After the war, he worked as a mathematician on aircraft design in the United Kingdom before emigrating to Australia with his wife and three children. He retired as a Senior Engineer for an Australian State Public Utility. He has enjoyed success in several sports and has a wide range of interests. He now resides in Florida.
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The well-trained elite assault troops of the Afrika Korps came on briskly and silently, oblivious of the defenders crouching low on the cold sand in the damp wadi, clutching their weapons with sweaty hands, their trigger fingers itching to fire.
Now the Germans were within 500 yards... then 300. The veteran British Troops felt the cold sweat of fear, their hearts beating, teeth clenched in the trance-like state prior to mortal combat, combining exhilaration and terror, which only front-line combat troops have experienced and having done so, can never forget.
The Law of The Jungle. Kill or be killed. In retrospect, a life-long memory even if only experienced once, the fear vanishes with time and only the thrill of victory remains and the joy of survival, tempered by fading recollections of slain comrades...