As I write this in Lymington in 1978, the widow of an Indian Cavalry Officer I am a member of a dying breed. The last of the English "Memsahibs" left India over thirty years ago, at the time of partition, where a large number of them had spent the best years of their lives, between the ages of twenty and forty. Mine is only a very personal story, but I feel that the wives of these men who lived in a sense with their husbands permanently on active service, deserve a little of their husbands reflected glory. "A fascinating autobiography of a woman of great courage facing danger, disease,...