Its walls were brightly painted and sweet-smelling flowers grew around it. It was built of mud and stone on the steep slope of a Himalayan valley. My childhood home was very different from the modern military quarters in the UK.
It was to the UK – to Folkestone in Kent. When I returned home it was not to Nepal, the mountainous country in faraway South Asia where we Gurkhas grew up. We fought back with desperate determination, courage and fearlessness, and most of us survived and escaped. I often thought I would not see the sun rising the following morning that I was not going to escape from the death traps. It is about what I felt, and what we had done and gone through while we were fighting behind the enemies’ lines as a brotherhood. The book is my personal story about what it was like to serve worldwide, including those five active tours in Afghanistan. It formed a bond of brotherhood that nothing and no one can break – and I tell the story of it here in Gurkha Brotherhood. None of us will ever forget what we went through together. On dangerous resupply missions and offensive patrols, we Gurkhas came under frequent attack from Taliban fighters and other insurgents. I was also, in 2016, deployed in the Afghan capital, Kabul. As a soldier in the 2nd Battalion, the Royal Gurkha Rifles, I was in the front line of the fighting in Helmand Province between 20. I n 2016, I completed the last of five active service tours of Afghanistan with the British Army.
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