As a matter of interest, I have been reading your novels for years, and the early Sharpe books were read in the gloominess of a Chieftan tank, in West Germany. They kept me going through hours of boredoom, while waiting for the next simulated attack against Russian forces, stuffed in some wood. Yoyr words took me from a world of rain, hunger, cold and mud to one of distant dreams. You don’t know how much you help us Seventh Armoured lads (Desert Rats), survive the turmoils of the Cold War. This is a simple thank you, and please keep writing. Steve