Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Trident Code

Idgie Says:
Cyber attacks are scary things to contemplate.  Put the warring governments in a story with cyber threats and possible extensive ecological destruction and you may have a book on your hands that will keep you awake for several nights. 


Ruthless cyberhackers seize a US nuclear submarine, training its most powerful weapon on a target so unusual, yet so vulnerable, that a successful strike could change the face of the earth for millions of years. With the world held hostage, former NSA operative Lana Elkins must join forces with a mysterious computer mastermind—who might be working with the enemy—to avert this unprecedented Armageddon. Intrigue, power, and blackmail force Lana to fight on all fronts—land, sea, air, and in cyberspace—to prevent the worst catastrophe in human history.

The author of Lethal Code returns with a new geopolitical thriller that combines cyberterror, environmental devastation, and unhinged ambition.

What Lies Behind

Idgie Says:
Samantha has an interesting case on her hands this time!  A who done what and who's the bad guy type of story.  This novel involves spies, double spies, sociopath spies, mama spies and apparently a slightly slutty spy. Finally, throw some bioterrorism in there and you get really nervous while reading. There's a lot of layers, a lot of detail....and far too much knowledge on how to give us all the plague for me to sleep well at night.  

One thing that I really enjoy in this series following Samantha is that so many other series find the main character being dragged further and further down the depression hole in each book until finally you want to yell at them to stop whining already and get shot.  Samantha and Xander have their moments, but they keep on with the day to day ups and down and don't turn into characters you slowly back out of the room from, hoping they didn't see you.

Series: A Samantha Owens Novel (Book 4)
Hardcover: 400 pages
Publisher: Mira (May 26, 2015)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0778316505
ISBN-13: 978-0778316503

Critically acclaimed New York Times bestselling author J. T. Ellison delivers another riveting novel featuring the incomparable Dr. Samantha Owens 

Waking to sirens in the night is hardly unusual for Samantha Owens. No longer a medical examiner, she doesn't lose sleep over them, but a routine police investigation in her neighborhood has her curious. When her homicide detective friend, Darren Fletcher, invites her to look over the evidence, she jumps at the chance and immediately realizes the crime scene has been staged. What seems to be a clear case of murder/suicide—a crime of passion—is anything but. The discovery of toxic substances in hidden vials indicates that something much more sinister is at play…

As Fletch and Sam try to understand what and who they are dealing with, they are summoned to a meeting at the State Department. High-level officials are interested in what they know and seem to be keeping secrets of their own. It's up to Sam and Fletch to uncover what lies behind the deception as the threat of bioterrorism is exposed, and her boyfriend, Xander Whitfield, may be in the line of fire.

Unsure who to trust, Sam and Fletch find themselves up against very powerful people at every stage in the investigation. No one is who they appear to be and with every minute that passes, the danger escalates. It's Sam's most complex case yet and the terrifying reality is beyond anything she could have imagined.

Monday, May 25, 2015

A Moveable Feast

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Author: Rocky Rutherford
Every year I attend services at the North Carolina Viet Nam Veterans Memorial Park out on Highway I85, hoping I'll hear about those GIs engraved on its memorial wall that stands sentinel over this holy ground. Though little is said about the over 1600 Tar Heels killed or missing in that undeclared war, I am humbled, honored, and thankful to be in their spiritual presence. 
I realize a lot of work and commitment go into producing a Memorial Day service and thank those who do it. However Memorial Day, for me, "is for Americans to offer tribute and honor to the heroes who laid down their lives to preserve freedom." Though we have many live veterans, some heroes, I believe they should be honored and respected on Veterans Day, Independence Day, Flag Day, or some other appropriate gathering: "Memorial Day commemorates the men and women who died while serving in the American Military."

Again I came away disappointed. To fight it off and not demean the spirit of the day, I went to The Wall to silently honor those GIs from North Carolina who died in what was called a "conflict." I'll always look at it as a war, complete with its horrors, instant death, and wasted lives. I was spending time with Chief Warrant Officer Van Dwain Sherrill from Thomasville who was killed in action "from an incident on 23 October 1965 while performing the duty of helicopter aircraft commander, at an unknown province near Duc Hoa, South Vietnam."

"Hey, GI," a slim man in a cowboy hat whispered in my ear, "Like to join us?" A gaggle of men huddled in front of The Wall. Some wore the familiar Vietnam Veteran baseball cap, some had beards, some bandanas around bushy heads. Their faces were GI. I joined them. The cowboy spoke to a few other men along The Wall then returned to the group, stationing himself out front like a platoon leader.

"My name is McQueen Hamilton Dillahey," he said, addressing us. "Like ya'll I came here to hear about those GIs." He pointed to The Wall then turned back to us. "It would be an honor to lead you in a memorial for them. So I thought I'd just ask you all to join me." He looked back over his shoulder. "Now, just to let you know I ain't a threat to you or am trying to hustle you...again...I want you to know I went in the Army a second lieutenant and came out a second lieutenant. That aught to tell you I ain't much of a threat to anybody." We laughed, not loud, just enough to let each other know we were not being hustled by an officer and gentleman.

"Fall in," McQueen snapped. This brought back boot camp memories on Tank Hill at Fort Jackson and like a good recruit I fell in with the others.

We giggled like recruits but no one objected, some even tried a dress right dress. "See there," McQueen joked, "you never forget." The smile from his heart touched ours. We liked him. He was one of us. Staying a second looie your whole tour told us he wasn't a ring knocking John Wayne hero hoping some day to make general at our expense. And was here today, 40 some years later, trying to hustle us again. We were not "his brave men," we were men doing a job that had to be done. He was not a "sir," to be respected because of the butter bar on his shoulder, he was our leader because he was one of us. He was L. T.

"It would be an honor and a privilege to lead you in memorializing them." He turned toward The Wall, caught his breath, pressing the fingers of his right hand against his eyes.

A big, bandana wearing Marine Gunny Sergeant stepped from the ranks and wrapped a big Semper Fi tatooed arm around McQueen's shoulder.

He spoke into the once second looie's ear then pulled his head to his. Embracing they cried. Then the Gunny, in traditional Marine fashion, exploded.

"Now, listen up, here's what we gonna do. This man had the balls to come here and do something we've all wanted for years. We want our fallen honored and that's just what we're gonna git. This is the North Carolina Vietnam Veterans Memorial and this day is for them. To do it we gotta speak out...loud and clear. Each of us in his own way. Do it for yourselves, do it for our country, and do it for them." He walked to The Wall and searched out a name. With tears tracing the crevices of his worn face yet in strong voice he told of a fire fight in the hills near Khe Sanh and how a young Tar Heel Marine saved his platoon by throwing himself on an explosive device. When he finished he saluted The Wall, did a quick and militarily perfect about face, saluted Lieutenant Dillahey, yelled "Next, front and center," then stepped sharply back into formation.

And so it started. One by one without being urged they moved out smartly to The Wall and related their own personal stories of GIs who died for the United States of America. Some they knew, some , their buddies, some nameless. Air Force, Army, Navy, Marines, Coast Guard, National Guard. Blacks, whites, reds, yellows. All GI's. All bleeding red for our country...the United States of America.

A little grandfatherly fellow, quiet in speech and manner, an ex-Army Spec 4 from Archdale told of being torn between his love for the Vietnamese people and his duty as an infantry grunt in the Big Red One. "I didn't want to kill them or destroy their homes but I followed orders just like most GIs do. I'm not sorry for my service but I am sorry so many innocent people had to die. But what has hurt me more is knowing my friends and fellow soldiers gave their lives so I can be here this day in this holy place." He turned to The Wall and saluted and we joined him. He stepped to L. T. and said " Sir, I'll never forget what you did this day. I've come a long way but today, thanks to you, I am free." He saluted and stepped back into place.

As I listened I tried to put some kind of order to what I was to say when it came my turn. I am not sophisticated, outgoing, I am country, uneducated in rhetoric and speechmaking. But I wanted to do this right. After all the years of denial I wanted and ached for the respect due those GIs. For the first time since I was a kid at First Baptist Church, Thomasville, I asked God for help. Then I remembered the poem folded away in my pocket, the one I wanted to dedicate to all the GIs on The Wall.

"Next," the Gunny snapped, "front and center." I literally double timed it to The Wall with rousing applause from the vets. My mind and heart went back over forty years and again that unexplainable bond that holds GIs together soothed me.: I was one of them then, am now, and will always be.
I went straight to, for I had been there many times before, CWO Vann Dwayne Sherrill and placed a finger on his brick.

"CWO Van Dwayne Sherrill, born Thomasville, North Carolina, 21 August 1934 died 23 October 1965, Republic of South Vietnam. We grew up in Thomasville. I didn't know him well but heard a lot about him. He was the first left handed catcher at Thomasville High School to be All State. He was an outstanding literary student. He taught me many things about soldiering but what I remember most is what he said about living. 'Live for what you believe in for life is a moveable feast." I didn't understand that back then but I've learned its meaning over the years." I got a little choked up here so I swallowed hard. "I think what CWO Sherrill meant was if you are going to soldier, do it with all your heart, give it all you got, and you will be satisfied with a soldier's life. He was right then, he's right now. And there's no doubt in my mind he lived a beautiful life and gave it willingly for his country." I fumbled out my poem.

"I'd like to read this for CWO Sherrill and all GI's on The Wall and their families. It's by Emily Dickinson:

They perished in the seamless grass,-
No eye could find the place;
But God on his repealless list
Can summon every face."
I saluted The Wall and when I turned around that gaggle of vets stood at attention rendering salutes. Like a good soldier I stopped dead and returned the salute as a weariness lifted from me and faded way up into the Carolina blue. And I thought of Doctor King's words free, free at last, God Almighty, free at last.

After a bunch of GI war stories, handshakes and hugs, we broke up and each faded into his own world. I looked for Lt Dillahey to thank him for bringing us together, for making this moveable feast happen. The man in the cowboy hat with a smile big as his heart was gone. Disappeared. I stayed and talked to CWO Sherrill a while then remembering what he said about life being a feast I headed on back to Silver Valley to enjoy the life he gave me by giving his.

Post Script. Please join us again this Memorial Day at The Wall.


Sunday, May 24, 2015

Memorial Day....... Happy?

So it's Memorial Day. And I think on all the store vendors when I'm shopping and they are saying Happy Memorial Day, have a good Memorial Day, enjoy your Memorial Day.  I have to think to myself, is this the appropriate greeting and response that we should be using on this day? Do we even remember what this day is all about?

My father went to war in World War 2 when he was 19 years old to give this country what we have today.  He fought hard, he fought long, and he came home seriously psychologically transformed...... never mind the wounds that were healed on his body that garnered him two Purple Hearts.

I don't believe that he, today, would see the gratitude and appropriateness in the fact that the big box stores were holding grand sales in honor of what he gave up to keep our country where it is today.

So I will not say Happy Memorial Day and  enjoy the long weekend. I will say please take some time to think about what the day is for...... and if you see a veteran or somebody in active duty, hell, give them a hug.

Saturday, May 23, 2015

Lost on Mars

A suprising throw back to the classics sc-fi about settlers marooned on Mars.  Hearty size, 3.99 ebook sale

54% through Lost on Mars by Magrs, Paul on Kindle for Android! http://www.amazon.com/kindleforandroid/