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Another significant, not to say blindingly stupid, omission were the guns with which a Local could rarely hit the proverbial barn door-not that any of the Mercs had ever seen a barn door. Fraking cavalry mounts, genetically altered to be the size of a dray horse with the hide of a rhinoceros, had also gone unmentioned. Unable to stand in the face of a charge by the humungous beasts, the Locals regularly exercised the better part of valor and ran like rabbits. Accustomed to being fed a diet of drek, the Squad took all of it in stride. Snipe was delighted to discover a local version of football.…mehr

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Another significant, not to say blindingly stupid, omission were the guns with which a Local could rarely hit the proverbial barn door-not that any of the Mercs had ever seen a barn door. Fraking cavalry mounts, genetically altered to be the size of a dray horse with the hide of a rhinoceros, had also gone unmentioned. Unable to stand in the face of a charge by the humungous beasts, the Locals regularly exercised the better part of valor and ran like rabbits. Accustomed to being fed a diet of drek, the Squad took all of it in stride. Snipe was delighted to discover a local version of football. Holler sniffed out a supply of whisky and other consumables. Scout never said anything and promptly found himself a lover. Coms took up with the Local Liaison Officer, claiming it was part of her duties to communicate. Spotter began fiddling with his unauthorized tech, trying to find a way to hit something-anything- with the local guns. Everybody grumbled, the clothes were scratchy, the food was bland... Ani, Leader of the ten Merc Squad, paid the usual complaints no mind, except for Point's; she feared the truth of his gloomy predictions about getting an army of light infantry out of its nice, safe, defensive positions so they could invade a continent they did not want- Ani wondered who had dreamt up this mission.


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Autorenporträt
Peter Brickwood is a curmudgeonly old introvert who started writing novels for the fun of it. Two cats, which he had somehow acquired, graciously permitted him to live in a hundred-year-old house that has no lack of things to fix. Otherwise, he is a voracious consumer of books, movies, and arcane bits of information mined out of the internet.

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If Peter had been born in the United States he would be a child of the greatest generation. Born in England makes him an old fellow raised by a mother who survived the London blitz then built the mulberries for D-Day and a merchant seaman father. His short, part-time service in the Hastings and Prince Edward Regiment was overseen by men who fought their way up Italy and through the Scheldt Estuary. Not a veteran himself, he nonetheless reads and watches a wide range of military material. He hopes his stories pay no disrespect to real soldiers.