Someone once called Poyer "the thinking man's Tom Clancy" and I'd have to agree. He creates fantastic action and settings so well you feel like you're there (I'd never have even condsidered there'd be oil floating on top of the water in the Middle East). The main character in this series, Dan Len...
David Poyer is one of my favorite writers. Dan Lenson is the primary protagonist in this naval series and he is a fascinating, troubled character representing at the same time an ideal, intelligent and highly competent naval officer and an alcoholic, self-doubting man always on the edge of either...
#7 in the Dan Lenson series.Dan Lenson series - Set in 1991 during the Persian Gulf War, a team of five U.S. Marines plus Lt. Comdr. Dan Lenson (a navy missile expert) and army Maj. Maureen Maddox (a biological warfare savant) moves across 500 miles of desert, from Saudi Arabia to Baghdad, trying...
In a graveyard of the Atlantic, a treacherous sercret has been buried...until now. A U-boat went down in 1945, and now, more than 40 years later, the bodies of the three crewmen have surfaced near Hatteras Island. But their chilling reappearance has unleashed a tide of powerful forces--Nazis wit...
The Navy's most sophisticated destroyer, the USS Barrett carries a top-secret computer that can pilot an unmanned ship and send it into battle. As the weapons officer charged with its first mission Lieutenant Dan Lenson has a chance to make naval history.But when the system develops a sinister vi...
Welcome to the most dangerous sea in the world...Dan Lenson was taking the USS Gaddis on her final journey, turning her over to the Pakistani Navy. But things didn't go according to plan. Now Dan finds himself commanding an undermanned, under-gunned, strife-filed ship on the China Sea--and cut of...
For four years at Annapolis he prepared for this, pledging his youth, his ambition, and even his life. But when junior officer Dan Lenson finally gets his commission, it's an aging World War II destroyer. Now, with a mix of pride and fear, he heads into the world's most dangerous seas. As the Ry...
I don't read military thrillers anymore. After 20 years serving in the Navy, I've outgrown military novels. I mention this one because when i read it, I was stationed aboard a brand new amphibious assault ship called the Wasp. The character in this novel, Dan Lenson, is a newly minted staff offic...
Defense policy makers from Britain and the Gulf analyze different aspects of British policy and its repercussions for Gulf security. Seeking to nurture defense and security dialogue, contributors examine both immediate and potential threats to Gulf security and underline the need for the Gulf cou...
Naval Commander Dan Lenson and his Tactical Analysis Group specialize in out of the box military assign ments. Comprising sailors, Navy SEALS, and civilians, the group investigates and defuses naval threats around the world. Dan and his team are assigned to “transform” a patrol craft squadron in ...
He got them out of the side pocket of his B-4, then headed for the brow. He left the ship at 1820, and by 1845 was getting out of the taxi at the east side of the park. Enough time to stroll around. He picked up a brochure, then followed the map in it down a pedestrian mall lined with Spanish Col...
Staurulakis murmured, pushing short hair back. For the first time since he’d met her, she seemed on edge. And no wonder, he thought as she outlined the situation. A lock-on from the fire-control radars they’d identified along the coast. Increased activity from the truck-mounted jammers that would...
The smells of barbecue mingled with those of baked beans, coleslaw, chips, and stack gas. Gulls darted overhead, shrieking with rage and envy as Savo rolled eastward at a casual ten knots, barely fast enough to push a bow wave. Two hundred and fifty miles out of Hormuz, the atmosphere was nearly ...
Bagram had become an island, isolated and self-sufficient, and in the JOC scores of flat-screen monitors pulsed to the steady thrum of generators. From the airfield the howl of jets never stopped; only waned or grew louder, day or night. Beyond the field was wire, berms, troops, and light armor: ...
In all that time the seas rolled huge and empty under chasing clouds that only occasionally parted for a low sun the ominous reddish black of a rotting tomato. Each sea built off Anemone’s quarter, loomed, then burst against her side, seething the smooth composite with harshly hissing foam. Sara’...
A boatswain’s whistle trilled from the gray ramparts. A bell gonged, and the 1MC intoned hollowly, as if from the belly of a brazen idol, “Captain, United States Navy, arriving.” Savo Island rolled beneath his feet. A smoky haze above the city linked fingers with a mist over the water. The hills ...
Their night swim had been two days before, but he still felt filthy. In those forty-eight hours they hadn’t had more than quick spongedowns with toilet paper in the rocking, jolting W/C compartments of a series of local trains. He ached all over. His feet were so swollen from sitting up for two d...
The steward grabbed for a migrating bowl, but missed. Quickly accelerating, it lifted, took off from the table, and shattered, spattering kimchi across the bulkhead. Cups and plates slid one way, changed their minds, and slithered back. A junior officer jumped up, knocking his chair over, and rus...