At the Going Down of the Sun: Love, Loss and Sacrifice in Afghanistan

To all the men and women who made the ultimate sacrifice...

Graham Bound

Published by Monday Books in Hardback (£18.99) on 11-11-2014

AT THE GOING DOWN OF THE SUN honours twenty of those who lost their lives in that war. Through the testimonies of comrades, loved ones, and their private letters and emails home, their stories are made real, from birth until untimely death. They become more than a roll call of names – they are sons and daughters, brothers and sisters, parents and friends

Living in scorching heat on minimal rations, with little sleep, their courage and astonishing durability shines through, along with the unbreakable bonds formed under fire.  A unique and fitting tribute to all the men and women who made the ultimate sacrifice.

Read an extract of At the Going Down of the Sun in the Telegraph magazine

 

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