I was a bit disappointed by this book, the second of the three Peter Kemp wrote about his life. After MINE WERE OF TROUBLE, his excellent and highly readable chronicle of the three years he spent fighting in the Spanish Civil War, I found this one rather a slog in comparison. This is not Kemp's fault, but it is true. Let me explain.
TROUBLE was a remarkably simple tale. In 1936, Kemp was a university student in England who left school and fought for the Fascists in Spain out of sheer anti-communism. He made very little attempt, in telling his tale, to get into the deeper motivations behind the war, and he had the virtue of having fought on the Fascist side, which was a united front, rather than for the Loyalists, a fractious mob of Republicans, socialists, anarchists, communists, trade unionists etc. who spent as much time quarreling with each other as fighting the enemy. COLOURS is a different beast, for in 1939, having come home after the Fascists won the war in Spain, Kemp now found himself in a Britain at war with another Fascist country, Germany. He joined the military, ended up in the Commandos and then the S.O.E. (Special Operations Executive), and conducted raids against the Germans and Italians all over Europe and Africa. These were straightforward operations against a clearly defined enemy and easy to follow. But in 1943 or thereabouts, he was parachuted into Albania to make contact with the resistance there, and was no longer in a black and white world. Between ethnic, racial, religious divisions; between blood feuds, ancient hatreds and the friction between the communists, the nationalists and various side-switching tribes; between the fact the Italians switched sides in late 1943 and joined the Allies...Kemp found himself baffled and frustrated, and spent a year trying to get someone - anyone - to actually fight the Germans. By and large, he and his comrades failed. Indeed, one of the more interesting aspects of the book is that it exposes some of the fabled, mythic "resistance" movements as ungrateful, querelous, vicious, cowardly, disingenuous and willing to do almost anything but actually resist. Although he found Albania beautiful and fascinating, and admired the courage of many individual men and leaders who did indeed want to fight, he was never able to overcome the suspicion, mistrust, or the selfish ambitions of the innumerable parties vying for power. When he left, he felt -- rightly -- that he had accomplished very little if anything, that the communists had simply used the British to strengthen their position so they could crush their domestic enemies when the war was over, and that the worst people ended up in power. The book closes very strongly with his last assignment, a dangerous drop into Poland where connected with the Polish underground army: the politics here too were complex, but the story doesn't bog down the way it does in the Albianian/Yugoslavian chapters.
COLOURS is not a bad book. In many places it is fascinating. Kemp expresses horror at some of the things he had to do as a commando, which is refreshing; he retains his dry British wit and keen erudition; he is ruthless in discussing the futility and waste of a lot of the much-romanticized clandestine operations Britain conducted during the war; and his travelogues of Albania, the most mysterious country in Europe, are beautifully written. There is, as always, a sense of adventure here, adventure without the blood thirst that typefies this type of narrative. Where he fails -- because it's impossible to succeed -- is in trying to untangle Balkan politics, which are frankly beyond the comprehension of anyone not from that region. The conventional WW2 narrative is so overly simplistic that actually holding it up to scrutiny can be disillusioning and confusing, but sometimes it can't be avoided. And when it is confronted, it can be almost uninteligible.
I am definitely going to finish out his trilogy with ALMS FOR OBLIVION. But whereas I can easily see myself rereading MINE WERE OF TROUBLE, I will only be revisiting NO COLOURS OR CREST for specific passages. It's an important read, but not an easy one.