I have coffee most every morning at my "office" - a small table in a 1920s style restaurant and hotel called the Olympic Club in Centralia, Washington. Visitors assume I work there, some think I am the manager. I direct people to the bathrooms - the urinals in this place are a tourist attraction all by themselves. This is where I write. The chaos and atmosphere prep me for the day, and everyone in town knows if you need to talk to me, just drop by the "Oly Club."
Most don't know that I have a master's degree in business, and have run my own technology company for nearly twenty of my last forty working years. I won a national championship on horseback, raced sailboats, wrestled octopus, baby-sat a killer whale, and once was a cook on a salmon purse seiner.
I have read "A Soldier's Burial' aloud over General Patton's grave in Luxembourg, and said a prayer of thanks at the very spot at Margaret in Belgium where the German panzers were stopped outside Bastogne. I cried on Omaha Beach in Normandy and in the gas chamber at Dachau. I wear a silver Stetson and boots when I travel and answer to "Hey, cowboy!' in several languages.
I have led an interesting life - married thirty-plus years, have three children, five grandchildren, and twenty-five foster children. I am now free to pursue my passion for writing - especially about the two great wars of the twentieth century. So I cherish my role as "author-in-residence," or that crazy guy at the table by the urinals - it depends on your perspective.
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The Scavengers of Graveny Marsh
The stables stood since Elizabethan times on the grounds of Whitstable Castle in Kent. There was a time when the trumpets of war sounded that the stables’ grooms fitted the castle mounts for battle. That was before the Great War. Before machine guns, mustard gas, and aeroplanes. It was a glorious time, at least in the myths woven to disguise the blood and screams of men and horses dying in battle.
As Angels Weep
Throughout occupied Europe, amidst tyranny and terror, common people gathered around their kitchen tables and plotted treason. It was a crime against the state to save a life. “The Three Angels” are the stories of just three of the survivors hidden during the Holocaust by these quiet heroes. They remain mostly anonymous. We must be content to know they existed, and stood against a great evil.
Clan of the Black Sun
A mysterious stone of black obsidian holds a magical grip over a rural French clan ripped apart by an ancient curse. The Nazis covet the relic as a weapon of immense power that will lead their armies to victory in the West. The Allies fear rumors of the stone mask a deadly weapon that threatens the invasion of Fortress Europe. The resistance risks annihilation to recover it.
Cross of Fire
Gela Pientka defiantly kept a bloody truth that could topple governments and destabilize world currencies. To protect her family, she took the secret to her grave. Gala’s journal, however, exposes a stunning discovery - a corrupt Nazi “money train,” supported by murder and slavery, fueled by the foul stench of greed. Truth is fighting back.
Nock On Wood
At the height of the Cold War a clandestine government operation buried the secret of a deadly new nerve gas agent deep in the bowels of Mt. St. Helens for safekeeping. Twenty-three years later, that secret is exposed. Two separate teams are racing to recover the secret - the winner will change the balance of power in the War on Terror forever.
The Juno Letters
Letters discovered in a tin box hidden in the foundation of a small cottage in Normandy reveal a terrible secret. Antoine's world was collapsing. His beautiful Marianne, his precious daughter Ariele, missing. The lives of hundreds - perhaps thousands - of allied soldiers preparing to storm Juno Beach on D-Day literally are in his hands.
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