April 1917. Bloody April, when the life expectancy of a pilot reduced to 17 days, Flashman finds himself a flight commander and back on the western front pursuing a possible traitor, trying to stay alive and work out who exactly is on his side. Shirking, sweating and shivering, our hero returns to England having completed his task and looking forward to a quiet life only to discover the worst is yet to come. Forced to change sides, he 'escapes' to Holland before being shanghaied into Jagdgeschwader 1, the Flying Circus with Richtofen as its commander. After witnessing the demise of the Red Baron himself, Flash returns to the fold fighting his way through the terror of the hundred days before the armistice. But with the peace does not come safety and after a brief sojourn in Paris, the chaos of post war Germany beckons and he is hurled into the maelstrom that is Weimar Germany, where he unwittingly assists in the rise of a new order of nationalists, marching fearfully, arm in arm with Hitler and Goering, into the centre of Munich as the Beer Hall Putsch propels the Nazis towards power. Father, Husband, Lover, Shirker, Cad, Coward, Flashman is once again reluctantly thrust centre stage whilst desperately cowering behind a legion of men and women in his attempts to avoid the action but from which there is no escape!
Fascinating read into the RFC and early RAF, like wise with the establishment of Hitler within Germany in the 20's . It is more of a really good and eminently readable translation of history than a traditional Flashman in the style originated by MacDonald Fraser. This Flashman seems very human as opposed to being a roaring coward and Cad. Take it for what it is, a good read and a fun story.
Another rip roaring yarn for Moore's Flashman. The Red Baron, Goering Hitler and that's just the other side, somehow Flash outwits them all and manages to survive the great war. Another smashing book from Paul Moore can't wait for the next installment
The author should have stopped with the first book. This was awful. It's boring and repetitious. I couldn't get a quarter way through the book before it became such a chore that I couldn't even bring myself to read it when travelling.
Several authors are contending as the heir to Fraser's Harry Flashman, but one stands above the other two—Paul Moore. His novels about Flashman's grandson capture the style and humor of Fraser's novels. And like the original Harry Flashman, Moore's Flashman is a complete rogue, and yet, somehow lovable.