Once started, you can't put it down! This book screams to be made into a movie. It's The Dirty Dozen in Afghanistan, composed of all your favorite non-American special forces: SAS, South African "Recce"whose training includes a week without food or sleep, an Ulster veteran, a orientally stoic Gurkha... with a crazier-than-crazy Speznatz thrown in. A chapter to recruit each man & a meticulously planned operation. Place your bets on who dies first, or on where the first fuck-up will come from.
It's like a beautiful baby made by Andy McNab - whose novels are the main source of military knowledge for that kid on the team who's totally wet behind the ears but shows an instant natural aptitude for gritty sniping - and Chris Ryan, who gets to write a foreword about how soldiers of fortune are the wave of the future. Interesting food for thought one you've tasted all the British colloquialisms; like how the "Blues" refers to the Royal Horse Guards, who stoically endure stupid tourists year-round at their London barracks.
Realistically, it has absolutely zero compassion for the Afghan fighters which our heroes slaughter in overwhelming numbers. Regardless of their affiliation, they're sadistic savages.