I forget now why I particularly wanted to read this and having read it I am not much the wiser. It is a very straightforward autobiographical account of a particular period in Dan Jarvis' life - from entering Sandhurst as a graduate to becoming the MP for Barnsley Central. During that time he married, deployed to Iraq and Afghanistan, had children... and his wife died of cancer aged 43.
I read the book in two sittings and it would have been one had the timing been sensible. It's not the kind of literary memoir I've been reading a lot, yet clearly it was a compelling read (and not solely because it was a perspective-giving diversion on a bad news day) What I most enjoyed was the account of his army career: the life, the service jargon and the minutiae of daily existence... both on terrifying and physically uncomfortable desert deployments and desk jobs where your boss makes a point of shooing you home to your family on time. Sadly and disappointingly, and perhaps because it was too difficult to do as a thankfully remarried man, I never felt a strong sense of who Caroline, his first wife, was, other than that they both shared a similar approach to her illness (one which I think would not be my own but which he clearly feels was right for them).