In my time, I have known heroes. Not the ones honored in statues and place names, but humbler, less self-important folk who, nonetheless, carved the face of modern history. In my books, I tell their stories. I make no claim to certain accuracy. In fact, I have fictionalized them all and added a little color of my own in the telling. My characters are composites and the events “changed to protect the innocent” as they used to say on docudramas. Still, these are stories of courage and compassion that echo distant times and distant conflicts. Still, they have lessons and reminders but, most of all, they reveal raw adventure long overlooked.
A banjo strums, a gun is cocked, eyes narrow and two clans square off in a new round of a century-old feud. The DEA can’t stop it. The FBI can’t stop it. The local sheriff is part of it. But then, a retired Marine comes to find his roots in the Appalachian hills. He may be the one to finally end the violence.
From Moonshine Cove Publishing
There is the Army’s World War II Counterintelligence Corps. I grew up with the stories my father and his “spook” buddies told. The best tales were always the ones very late at night on the last bottle of schnapps. I remember them all: The capture of Nazi Generals in North Africa, battling the Nazi Werewolf terror cells, rescuing Concentration Camp survivors and recovering stolen treasure. I remember every word.
Then there was the embryonic Cold War. As a young child I witnessed the “wild west” of spying in post-war Vienna. There, KGB and American Intelligence Agents kidnapped, murdered, sabotaged and fought running gun battles in a lawless city of disputed jurisdiction. Tunnels, fences, traitors and defectors: it was medieval in setting and conduct.
Heavy Jets aviation came to large transports in the 1960’s and the world shrank. Intercontinental air supply made it possible to fight the Vietnam War 10,000 miles away as though it was next door. It also spawned a new breed of iconoclastic aviators who earned a reputation that hasn’t been lived down to this day.
During Vietnam, three airmen shot down over Laos wind up Stealing Ho Chi Minh’s Gold and begin a forty-year adventure trying to get it home. From Laos to Hawaii and on to New Jersey, the quest continues. Finally, the nephew of one thief finds a clue.
So come along to glimpse a past you probably think you know- and see it from another very different viewpoint.