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Recon
Red Ops #3
by David McCaleb
Genre: Thriller
Pub Date: 8/28/18
The assault on America begins with an attack on Red Harmon’s family . . .
Trained to endure extreme danger and survive impossible odds, elite military
operator Red Harmon has battled our nation’s enemies for years.
While in the Rocky Mountains for R&R, his family is violently
attacked by an international squad of assassins. No ordinary
wet-team, this group is only the vanguard of a power play threatening
national security.
Danger is everywhere . . .
Red and his young daughter escape a brutal firefight, but are separated
from his wife. Evading though the woodlands, stripped of his unit’s
support, Red puts his survival skills to the test all the way from
Pikes Peak National Forest to Israel’s West Bank. He must defend
his country, protect his family, and identify the unthinkable forces
that are willing to slaughter anyone in their path.

 

Reload
Red Ops #2
David McCaleb has a real winner here. Red Harmon is a guy I’d want on my
side.”
Marc Cameron, New York Times bestselling author of Brute Force
To save his family—and the free world—
Red Harmon is back in the line of fire . . .
A sinister enemy is stalking elite military operator Red Harmon and his
loved ones. Turning the hunter into his prey, Red uncovers a plot
that spans nations and draws him into the remote snow-covered ravines
of North Korea. His objective: penetrate the darkest prisons of
this mysterious nation to restore national security—and save all he
holds dear.
Caught in the danger . . .
Red’s not the only one who’s been living with secrets. His wife Lori is a
lot more than the typical suburban soccer mom she appears to be, and
she’s stumbled onto something massive. The future of world peace
depends on them—and on an enemy soldier with a powerful personal
agenda. If Red’s mission fails, the balance of superpowers may
never recover . . .
With effusive writing and strong characters, McCaleb delivers a
decades-spanning tale brimming with excitement,
intrigue, and deception. Red Harmon is a keeper!”
Alan Jacobson, USA Today bestselling author of The Lost Codex
Recall
Red Ops #1
Amazon Bestseller!
Meet Red Harmon, a special ops veteran who learns he never left the call
of duty . . .
To a trio of muggers, Red looks like just another suburban dad. But when
they demand his wallet at knifepoint, something snaps. In the blink
of an eye, two muggers are dead, the third severely injured, and Red
doesn’t remember a thing. Once an elite member of the Det, a secret
forces outfit whose existence is beyond classified, Red thought his
active service was over.
But his memory is coming back–and a lethal killing machine
is returning to duty . . .
Facing an unthinkable nuclear threat, a volatile international power play,
and a personal attack against his family, Red has no choice. He must
rejoin his old team, infiltrate the enemy camp, and complete the
biggest mission of his life . . .
“David McCaleb has a real winner here. Recall is a smart and well-plotted
thriller, a fantastic read that I could not put down. Red Harmon is a
guy I’d want on my side.”
– Marc Cameron, New York Times bestselling author of BRUTE FORCE
“If you’re looking for suspense, nonstop action, and a hero you can root
for, The Red Ops series will clean your X ring.”
– David Poyer, USA Today bestselling author of TIPPING POINT and
ONSLAUGHT
“Strap in tight and leave your disbelief behind. Just my type of
action thriller. I read it in a blur.”
– George Easter, Editor of Deadly Pleasures magazine.
David McCaleb was raised on a farm on the rural Eastern Shore of
Virginia. He attended Valley Forge Military College, graduated from
the United States Air Force Academy, and served his country as a
finance officer. He also founded a bullet manufacturing operation,
patented his own invention, and established several businesses. He
returned to the Eastern Shore, where he resides with his wife and two
children. Though he enjoys drawing, painting, and any project
involving the work of hands, his chosen tool is the pen.
Recon is the third novel in the Red Ops series that began with the
acclaimed thriller
Recall, which was nominated for the International Thriller Writers
Best First Novel Award, and continued in Reload.
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About the Book

Title: The Hooligans of Kandahar

Author: Joseph Kassabian

Genre: Nonfiction / War Memoir

During the peak years of the Afghanistan War, a group of soldiers is dropped by helicopter into the remote mountains outside of Kandahar City. Mismanaged and overlooked by command, how they survive is largely up to them. In the birthplace of the Taliban, some men lose their sanity, others their humanity. They are The Hooligans.

Written in the months and years following his deployment, Joseph Kassabian recounts his time in the isolated and dangerous country of Afghanistan. Pulling no punches, The Hooligans of Kandahar is a sobering, saddening, and often sarcastic first-hand account of America’s War on Terror.

 

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Book Excerpts

Excerpt #1.

Generally, when our squad went on patrol for hours at a time, we would set up Observation Points, or OPs. OPs were areas that were slightly defensible and allowed us to watch a large area while remaining concealed from sight. That’s what the manual says about OPs, anyway.

    What we really used them for was to duck away in the night for a few hours and take turns napping. A few soldiers stood watch while the others removed their overbearing gear and lay down in the dirt to catch a few minutes of much-needed sleep.

    The official mission was to watch over a Taliban “rat line,” or trail used for smuggling weapons into the area. We had watched the ratline and raided various houses in the last few months and found nothing. We were all pretty sure that the ratline didn’t actually exist anywhere outside of Scream’s head.

Since Scream was adamant that something was going to happen in that village, he kept ordering us to sit in the darkness and stare at nothing.

    We established a primary OP on an elevated ridge that overlooked the trail that Scream was certain was a pathway for whatever nefarious deeds the Taliban did at night. During our first ten-hour watch of the area, Walrus—who was one of the laziest people I’ve ever met—found a couch in one of the cornfields. He dragged the furniture up the ridge and into the OP, giving the position its name.

   It was at that OP that some of us older soldiers had to teach the other guys the art of soldiering in the pitch darkness. Smoking without being seen became a skill. You could easily see a cigarette’s lit cherry over a mile away. If you weren’t careful, you could give away your position while feeding your terrible vice.

  You could stick your cigarette and lighter into your ration bag to light it. Then cup your hand around your mouth and cigarette when you need a hit to conceal yourself from whoever wants to blow your face off in the middle of the night. A few of us switched from smoking to chewing tobacco for night patrols. The first few times I tried it I puked on myself.

There was only one guy in our squad who didn’t smoke or dip—Slim, but he made up for it in the states with a drinking habit that would make Hemmingway suggest rehab.

 

Excerpt #2.

We had to teach our soldiers real skills to survive at night as well. You would be surprised how much noise a soldier can make shambling through the darkness with all the gear we carry. We had to duct tape down anything that would rattle or clang off another piece of equipment and spray paint any little piece of metal that would catch the moonlight.

I knew a few guys who went above and beyond by not cleaning themselves for weeks in order to smell like the natives. Like the Taliban were out in the mountains trying to sniff us out of our hiding spots or something.

 

Excerpt #3.

At some point during the night, all hell broke loose. Guns started cracking to life. Machine guns and rockets started ripping through the air all over. Tracer rounds started tearing through the night from all sides about one hundred yards in front of them. They had no idea what was going on and no one was actually shooting at them. No one seemed to know that they were there. It was like they stumbled upon some random turf war in the middle of nowhere. The various militant groups that operated in our area—a strange mix of Islamic insurgents, smugglers, and gangs—routinely tried to kill each other. The Afghan security forces would shoot at anything that went bump in the night. It could have easily been two different Afghan Police patrols shooting at each other.

memorial dayI wanted, needed to do something a little different today.  While Memorial Day is a day of remembering the men and women who died while serving in the military, for me personally, its a sad day.  It always falls right around my birthday and my soldier isn’t with me anymore to share that day with me.  He died years after his service, after getting out of the military, like many other service men and women.  He died as a direct result of what he did during his service in the military.  It took me 3 years to finish a short story I wrote, hoping it would honor the months I had with him before he died, the memories that he wanted so desperately for me to be left with instead of the reality we lived while he slipped away.  I share this, not to bring attention to my writing or to receive well wishes or sympathy from the public, please save them, I don’t need them; but instead to honor other men and women in various branches of military service that died years after serving and after spending the rest of their lives fighting the system to help them survive once they got out and to let the ones in that battle now know…you are not alone.

You can read that short story by clicking on the title below:

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