Talbot Mundy's Hira Singh: When India Came to Fight in Flanders is told as a first-person narrative by a Sikh cavalryman who is recuperating at a camp in India. Hira Singh, talking to an American journalist, tells of how he, along with his regiment, was sent to Europe (to Flanders) to fight during the Great War. The major of the troop, Ranjoor Singh, is an enigmatic man whom most of the men of the regiment (including Hira Singh himself) believe to be a traitor. When Ranjoor Singh gets his men to surrender to the Germans, it seems as if their worst fears have come true.
I began reading this book in the hope that I'd learn a bit more about the thousands of Indians who fought overseas during the war, men who mostly go overlooked, even in the history of India itself. But no, while Hira Singh begins with them going to Flanders, the scene soon shifts, taking the regiment eastward. The war ends up being a backdrop to some confusing adventures as the troop goes very far from Flanders, and seemingly completely on Ranjoor Singh's initiative, orders, and whims.
I didn't like this book. Ranjoor Singh's mysterious behaviour was odd, and I couldn't see any reason for it. The machinations, the adventures, the hectic travelling and fighting and parleying: why, really, did it all happen, and what was the motivation for it? Plus, who was up there at some military headquarters, sending orders for this regiment to follow? This was war, dammit, it wouldn't have been easy for a regiment to simply wander off wherever it wished. Or wherever Ranjoor Singh wished, it seems.
What's more, the characters just didn't work for me. I got the impression that Ranjoor Singh and Hira Singh were modelled on some idealistic notion of the perfect Sikh warrior (and his sidekick, respectively) without much else. They, as well as the nasty Gooja Singh, are all pretty one-dimensional figures (the only Westerner who has an important part is Tugendheim, and he is relatively interesting--which goes to show).
Very ho-hum.