, last night. After seeing the following review at pistol-forum.com, I had to buy the book:Well I just finished Black Site. If this book doesn't make you want to strap on a pair of Asolo boots, buy a one way ticket to Pakistan, and start kicking in doors, then you're most likely a sexual deviant and AQ sympathizer.Two observations:
That is all.
First, reading guys who have actually been there and done that will ruin you for tales of specops derring-do made up by soft and nerdy insurance agents.
Second, given the horrible hash that so often comes of various other collaborations between knuckle-dragging, snake-eating doorkickers and their publishing-industry collaborators (ranging from co-author to actual ghost-writer) I've read, this one was a pleasant change from the run of the mill book in the genre *coughDickMarcinkocough*. Relatively free of cliches, a well-ordered plot, a good level of suspense, and dialog that wasn't lifted from a comic book. Recommend.
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Is it bad that I've never heard of Dick Marcinko?
It's on my list.
Wait! I sit corrected. "Rogue Warrior" - okay, got it.
Yeesh.
Joel,
No. It is good. You've missed out on one or two slightly better-than-average books and then a whole lot of dreck.
Joel,
Whoops. Sorry, I didn't mean to open old wounds. :D
S'okay. Bourbon is my friend, Tam. Also, I've been mainlining Barbara Tuchman. Between them, they keep the nightmares to a dull roar.
WV="masishis." If they're not a fringe cult of Islam, they certainly should be. Except then Dick Marcinko would probably write a book claiming to have killed them all.
Funny thing is that Marcinko comes across in person as the same character he does in his books.
Act or no, I could not tell.
Kolt Raynor? I guess that's only a little less believable than Dalton Fury, but, shit. Even giving the naming traditions among the Puritans, it was Oliver Cromwell, not I-Shall-Smite-the-Antichrist-Who-Goes-By-the-Name-of-Charles-Stuart Cromwell. (Besides, imagine what a pain in the ass that moniker would have been to write out.)
Dunno, but I really liked tales of Derring-do by a lanky, mild-mannered bespectacled, married(with three kids), thirtyish jazz musician who threw out his third draft deferment and went on to fight in US Army from Normandy all the way to Western Czechoslovakia in I believe 1st Infantry division.
Was promoted from PFC to sergeant, and eventually brevetted as officer to lead his platoon.
He only remembers killing about thirty Germans.
Book is called "Roll Me Over" by Raymond Gantter (author was a bit of a Hun by ancestry and in addition to fighting served as an interpreter)
As a soft and nerdy insurance salesman, I resemble that remark.
Tam, that's two books I've had to buy on your recommendation in just over a week. Only about a quarter of the way through Pike, and now I just ordered this... slow down, I can't keep up :-)
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