This is a collection of what appear to be the author's fictionalised reminiscences of his service in the British Army immediately following the Second World War, up to the point he was demobilised. It's lighthearted fare and, for those who served, it's proof that the military and its idiosyncrasies are probably the one true constant in our collective civilisation, shared by all cultures. I was never on active service, but I did know a "McAuslan" or two in Basic Training and during regular duty at my reserve regiment, in the 90s. Every regiment seems to have "that one person" who is disheveled, fumbles everything, and is basically a walking example of how *not* to be a soldier.. but at the same time they're actually not a bad person for all that and you (if you're a decent sort) try to help them along.
The last story, in which the author expresses in one scene his conflicted feelings about being in the service and dreaming of getting out, and at the same time being reluctant to leave that unique environment, is poignant.