The baroque churches beneath emerald-hued hills remind me of Bolivia. Roadside grills serving every cut imaginable make me think of Argentina or Brazil. The laidback couples sharing gourds of mate and kisses in the park could be in Uruguay. The American malls and big fat pickups smack of Santiago de Chile.
The story begins in 1941 in the Egyptian desert, where David Stirling is beside himself with frustration that efforts to relieve Tobruk are coming to nought. He proposes an elite group of well-trained malcontents to attack from the desert interior and destroy Rommel’s airfields and supply convoys. All of that is true, as is most of the very well done six-part series Stirling & Co inspired