Masters wrote three books of autobiography. This is the first. I read the second (The Road Past Mandalay, his WW II years) last year. This one covers the years from his enrollment at Sandhurst to the start of the second world war. It is a story of conflict, but not simply battles. It is the conflict within the young man, born in India but not Indian; a British officer but not in the British army; his love of India and understanding that the place he loved was bound for change.
This is an important book for readers who like to scour military memoirs for a certain type of on-the-ground insight. I appreciated Masters' commentary about the Ghurkas and their fighting history. And I found his descriptions of the Northwest Frontier (i.e. Afghanistan/Pakistan) eerie and worrisome. A solid book. A memoir that doesn't reach too far.
A previous reviewer warned that if a potential reader was looking for an account of what war was like with the predecessors of today's Taliban, they would be somewhat disappointed. Indeed, John Master's account of war with the Pathans only accounts for roughly 10-15% of this book. However- that isn't to say what is there, isn't of value. There are descriptions of combat and the region which may be of interest to someone familiar with the most recent conflict, not to mention that Master's complai
A previous reviewer warned that if a potential reader was looking for an account of what war was like with the predecessors of today's Taliban, they would be somewhat disappointed. Indeed, John Master's account of war with the Pathans only accounts for roughly 10-15% of this book. However- that isn't to say what is there, isn't of value. There are descriptions of combat and the region which may be of interest to someone familiar with the most recent conflict, not to mention that Master's complaints about restrictive rules of engagement are as bitter as anything written about Afghanistan in the last 14 years. It seems that the conflict between the guidance to wage a humanistic campaign that limited civilian casualties, while attempting to utilize tactics that were "effective", is not a new dilemma. The more things change, etc.
The rest of the book, to put it mildly, is fascinating. Masters is a very evocative writer and paints a vivid picture of a world that no longer exists- the life of a British officer, in a storied regiment of Gurkhas in the North West Frontier Province (and what today is the Federally Administered Tribal Areas of Pakistan) of the late 1930's. There is also a long section on Master's education at the Royal Military College, Sandhurst, as well as in-depth observations of the tribal customs, traditions, rituals and mores of the British Officer Class and the Gurkhas themselves. Equally interesting are his perceptions of 1938 America which he visited on a furlough. The book opened my eyes to a place and period of history that I'd previously had no interest in, but now has intrigued me significantly.
The book ends with the start of hostilities with Germany. Given what I've just read about John Master's evolution from green Subaltern to seasoned professional soldier, and I can't see stopping now. His memoir of WWII is next.
"Bugles and a Tiger" is an excellent slice of history.
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Fantastic story of a piece of history slipping ever more into the past. This is In the tradition of Heroditus, with Masters writing so we can remember what things were like at a specific time and place. Don't read this for a battlefield analysis of Imperial counterinsurgency in the Northwest Frontier Area, but read it for the good yarn it is, the excellent writing, and the reminder that things really haven't changed that much.
The autobiography --- or at least a part of it --- of a man who went from a student at Sandhurst to officer in the Prince of Wales’ Own Gurkha Regiment in what is now Afghanistan. Masters came of age during the last days of the British Raj, and loves India as a true home (even as he recognizes how silly that sounds to independent Indians).
He writes with perspicacious detachment on growing up, on becoming a man, on valor and discipline and honor, and has a lot of sensible things to say on British
The autobiography --- or at least a part of it --- of a man who went from a student at Sandhurst to officer in the Prince of Wales’ Own Gurkha Regiment in what is now Afghanistan. Masters came of age during the last days of the British Raj, and loves India as a true home (even as he recognizes how silly that sounds to independent Indians).
He writes with perspicacious detachment on growing up, on becoming a man, on valor and discipline and honor, and has a lot of sensible things to say on British rule of India. But more that that, his book is full of charming and lurid anecdotes on the life of the memsahib in India, the trysts of the soldiers, the foibles of the officers, and of course the hardiness of the Gurkha. There’s only a taste of the life, customs, strengths and weaknesses of the Gurkhas, and it left me wanting more. (How can you not be fascinated in Gurkha military life after hearing the story of the parachute volunteers?) The book is sparse in its purely military aspects: it’s big on the customs and polish of Indian Army officers’ codes, but only a tantalizing glimpse of the martial attributes of the nomadic Afghan fighters --- Pathans, mostly --- they fought against on the eve of WWII. He is full of respect, however, for these hardy people, their way of life, and their tactical ingenuity. A superb memoir of British India, in all.
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A very period piece. I felt at a disadvantage for a number of reasons. First, I'm not British. I don't have a military background. The world has changed quite a bit since pre WWII. And I think I would have a different view of India if I had also read some Kipling.
But, it is pretty insightful of life as a soldier in India. For instance, I can totally understand needing a letter invitation from a host, before your commander would issue your leave. In the true military sense, this story was so lau
A very period piece. I felt at a disadvantage for a number of reasons. First, I'm not British. I don't have a military background. The world has changed quite a bit since pre WWII. And I think I would have a different view of India if I had also read some Kipling.
But, it is pretty insightful of life as a soldier in India. For instance, I can totally understand needing a letter invitation from a host, before your commander would issue your leave. In the true military sense, this story was so laughable. I didn't hate this, I just feel like I can't relate to the character quite as well as I think I should.
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If any writer could persuade the American reading public to read a detailed record of five years as a very junior officer of the 2nd Battalion, 4th Prince of Wales's Own Gurkha Rifles, that one might well be John Masters. For he was that young officer, fifth generation of his family to serve in India. He is known in the U.S.A. for a number of distinguished novels, with Indian backgrounds. Here we have his authority. Born in Calcutta, of English parentage, he was ed
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If any writer could persuade the American reading public to read a detailed record of five years as a very junior officer of the 2nd Battalion, 4th Prince of Wales's Own Gurkha Rifles, that one might well be John Masters. For he was that young officer, fifth generation of his family to serve in India. He is known in the U.S.A. for a number of distinguished novels, with Indian backgrounds. Here we have his authority. Born in Calcutta, of English parentage, he was educated in England- there is something of that English education here, too- then came back to India, and ""fell in love with it"". There are long stretches of analysis of the composition of the British military organization in India that will- even written as Masters can write- bore most Americans. But there is a great deal more:- the human side, the just slightly tongue-in-cheek response to the traditional attitudes and disciplines of the soldier's life. (One understands a great deal more about the British sense of responsibility after reading this, even if the sympathy is still lacking.) Then, too, there is adventure,- ambushes, attack by tiger, bivouacs in sleet, frontier troubles, the jungles, the mountains. There's a glimpse into the psychology of the color problem, too. There's flavor and richness here, in a portrait of a modern India with something of the Kipling aura, while at the same time detachment from it. Pick your market -- definitely for those eager to broaden their horizons beyond the limited understanding we have of Britain and India. This volume goes up to World War II- the phony war behind them. Selected for January Book of the Month, this will have that head start over the hurdle of some of the difficulties.
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If you are a fan of writing about India and the British Raj, you shouldn't miss this one. John Masters wrote many books about India featuring the Savage family, most famous among them being "Bhowani Junction." This book is about his own career as an officer in the British Indian Army. It is the first part of the two part autobiography, the second being ' The Road Past Mandalay."
Masters portrays a realistic picture of what it was to be a young British officer in the Indian Army, its social norms,
If you are a fan of writing about India and the British Raj, you shouldn't miss this one. John Masters wrote many books about India featuring the Savage family, most famous among them being "Bhowani Junction." This book is about his own career as an officer in the British Indian Army. It is the first part of the two part autobiography, the second being ' The Road Past Mandalay."
Masters portrays a realistic picture of what it was to be a young British officer in the Indian Army, its social norms, traditions and taboos are covered vividly. Masters has a dry sense of humour and uses this effectively from time to time.
Those days are gone but if you like stories of the old days in India when the British Empire was still around, Masters' autobiography should be a good addition to your reading list
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This is a fascinating autobiography of a young British officer in a Ghurka regiment in India in the last years of the British Raj. Masters provides insight into India during this period, British military tradition (particularly the role of "the Regiment"), the Ghurkas, and military action on the NW Frontier of India. He describes his development as a young officer without hiding his foibles and mistakes, as well as his successes. The book ranges from action, to descriptive, to reflective, to hum
This is a fascinating autobiography of a young British officer in a Ghurka regiment in India in the last years of the British Raj. Masters provides insight into India during this period, British military tradition (particularly the role of "the Regiment"), the Ghurkas, and military action on the NW Frontier of India. He describes his development as a young officer without hiding his foibles and mistakes, as well as his successes. The book ranges from action, to descriptive, to reflective, to humorous. This book would appeal to anyone interested in life in India during this period, or those interested in British military. It is also a book that should be read by young officers in the process of learning how to command.
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An interesting account of military life in and around India in the '30s. It is really more a collection of essays and anecdotes than a coherent autobiography.
A wonderful, thoughtful book. A portrait of a man who is one of the last of his kind, but an open-minded soul willing to embrace and learn from new people and places. Done in a fine style with typically british wit.
This is an interesting memoir about coming of age within the Gurkhas in the years of the build-up to the Second World War. Looking forward to reading the second part The Road Past Mandalay.
Masters was the son of a lieutenant-colonel whose family had a long tradition of service in the Indian Army. He was educated at Wellington and Sandhurst. On graduating from Sandhurst in 1933, he was seconded to the Duke of Cornwall's Light Infantry (DCLI) for a year before applying to serve with the 4th Prince of Wales's Own Gurkha Rifles. He saw service on the North-West Frontier with the 2nd bat
Masters was the son of a lieutenant-colonel whose family had a long tradition of service in the Indian Army. He was educated at Wellington and Sandhurst. On graduating from Sandhurst in 1933, he was seconded to the Duke of Cornwall's Light Infantry (DCLI) for a year before applying to serve with the 4th Prince of Wales's Own Gurkha Rifles. He saw service on the North-West Frontier with the 2nd battalion of the regiment, and was rapidly given a variety of appointments within the battalion and the regimental depot, becoming the Adjutant of the 2nd battalion in early 1939.
During World War II his battalion was sent to Basra in Iraq, during the brief Anglo-Iraqi War. Masters subsequently served in Iraq, Syria and Persia. In early 1942, he attended the Indian Army Staff College at Quetta. Here he met the wife of a fellow officer and began an affair. They were later to marry. This caused a small scandal at the time.
After Staff College he first served as Brigade Major in 114th Indian Infantry Brigade before being "poached" by "Joe" Lentaigne, another officer from 4th Gurkhas, to be Brigade Major in 111th Indian Infantry Brigade, a Chindit formation. From March, 1944, the brigade served behind the Japanese lines in Burma. On the death of General Orde Wingate on 24 April, Lentaigne became the Chindits' overall commander and Masters commanded the main body of 111 Brigade.
In May, the brigade was ordered to hold a position code-named ‘Blackpool’ near Mogaung in northern Burma. The isolated position was attacked with great intensity for seventeen days and eventually the brigade was forced to withdraw. Masters had to order the medical orderlies to shoot 19 of his own men, casualties who had no hope of recovery or rescue. Masters later wrote about these events in the second volume of his autobiography,
The Road Past Mandalay
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After briefly commanding the 3rd battalion of his regiment, Masters subsequently became GSO1 (the Chief of Staff) of Indian 19th Infantry Division, which was heavily involved in the later stages of the Burma Campaign, until the end of the war. After a spell as a staff officer in GHQ India in Delhi, he then served as an instructor at the British Army Staff College, Camberley. He left the army after this posting, and moved to the United States, where he attempted to set up a business promoting walking tours in the Himalayas, one of his hobbies. The business was not a success and, to make ends meet, he decided to write of his experiences in the army. When his novels proved popular, he became a full-time writer.
In later life, Masters and his wife Barbara moved to Santa Fe, New Mexico, USA. He died in 1983 from complications following heart surgery. His family and friends scattered his ashes from an aeroplane over the mountain trails he loved to hike. General Sir Michael Rose, the former UN commander in Bosnia, is a stepson of Masters.
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