I am enjoying Richard Marcinko less as time goes on, just because I think he may be too old to write these roman a clefs. It is getting less possible for me to separate history, historical fiction, axe grinding, wishful thinking, and self-promotion.There are great points to this book, one that he...
NAPOLEON, ed. Herod, The Mind of Napoleon, 1955 The NSA chopper dropped us and our very quiet new friend at an isolated concrete pad I recognized on sight. I’d used it frequently during my last formal command that was based near Dulles Airport. At that time I’d been ordered by Vice Admiral James ...
The world around me was dark. My ears were filled with the guttural howl of the ocean. My first thought was that I was on my way back to the womb—a poetic way of saying that some bastard had blown up the bridge and I was on my way to my just reward. But then I realized it was nothing so dramatic ...