Having survived years of brutality inflicted by sadist Japanese guards, David Barrington had every right to believe that peace would see him reunited with his young wife and their baby daughter, whom he had evacuated to Australia from Singapore a few weeks before Pearl Harbour.
But Fate has other ideas; consequently, late in 1956, we meet a very embittered Barrington serving with Sheik Al Rasbu's private army in Trucial Oman.
What made this once happy planter sell everything he possessed and become a soldier of fortune? Why does he drink to excess and challenge others' faith in women? What thoughts torment a mind when hope is a meaningless word, and dark suspicions become part of every hour?
