Wednesday, April 27, 2011

"Black Eagle Force - Eye of the Storm"

Ken Farmer and Buck Steinke have produced an outstanding Action Adventure novel titled, “Black Eagle Force - Eye of the Storm”. It is a fast, fun and exiting story that takes the reader on an action packed journey into a world of clandestine quick strike operations in a setting that hits very close to home. Based on the history of conflict along the U.S./Mexican Border, they combine real world combat experience and the high tech savvy of their military backgrounds to create a story that demonstrates the reality of war with an eye on compassion and romance. At times the Authors are very direct in their description of weapons effects and when that is combined with the application of future technologies they create scenes that will absolutely blow you away. With a sequel already in the works (Black Eagle Force – Sacred Mountain), I highly recommend this book to all my readers.

S. B. Newman, Author “The Night Eagles Soared” and “Burnt Yellow and Red”

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Review by Buck Stienke, Author Black Eagle Force

I just finished the Book "The Night the Eagles Soared". It's a great read, with plenty of hard hitting stories of US Army Special Forces in clandestine operations in support of freedom loving people around the world. Understand the rigors of airborne school. Feel the tension as these elite warriors free fall into jungle drop zones at night. See the relief of hostages as their rescuers break into the camp and take out the Tangos who have imprisoned them. Plenty of action for the Military Action genre buff. Can't wait for Newman's next book.


Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Excerpt from "Burnt Yellow and Red"

For several weeks the Americans, along with the help of their brothers of the Northern Alliance had been pushing them back, destroying every attempt they made to defend against the insurgency that had so quickly transformed itself into a formidable conventional force and it was now threatening to take over the sacred capital of Afghanistan, Kabul.

The Taliban commander had been busily organizing his defensive positions in the last pass through the mountains, along the road leading into Kabul from the North. This was it, if he couldn’t stop the Americans here, the capital would surely fall into enemy hands and his faith in the beloved Prophet Mohamed and in Allah would be shaken.

“How could Allah allow this to happen,” he asked himself as he watched the Northern Alliance race across the valley floor below on horseback, heading directly towards his position.

He had moved his artillery pieces, Russian artillery and tanks along with what he had left of his infantry units into the Kabul side of the pass. He hoped to block the Americans and their insurgent force that had been defeating his every effort to stop them since the beginning. They had been defeating him at every turn since the success of the glorious attacks against the United States had taken place a little over a month ago.

Many of his men had been killed or captured and now, their backs were against the wall as the onslaught of American air power had not only confounded his every effort but also had destroyed most of his Army. Still, he continued to fight. Still he continued to defend his beloved capital. He would hold on until the last man was killed if it should come to that.

Watching the action unfold through binoculars he noticed a reflection off to one side of the valley floor. Focusing in on it, he saw that there was an American soldier looking through a large, yet oddly shaped set of binoculars directly at him and his position. Quickly the Taliban Commander picked up his hand held radio and called for an artillery strike on that very location.

The gun crews busied themselves, locking rounds in the breach of ten large Russian Artillery pieces. The battery commander held a whistle in his mouth with his left hand, his right hand raised high into the air. As the last gun was readied, he blew his whistle and dropped his hand. Each of the guns fired simultaneously and then began to reload. After that, they all fired at will, six more rounds for each gun; seventy rounds all together were fired at the position that had been identified by the Taliban Commander. The first round had yet to hit the ground when the last round had been fired and then a few seconds later, the gun crews started cheering as they heard the first of the rounds start to explode off in the distance, fifteen miles away.

Mike watched from a mountain top vantage point on the opposite side of the valley, as his team accompanied their Afghani counterparts down into the valley below that had been cleared that night during the early morning hours using close air support. Plumes of smoke were still rising from the burning tanks and vehicles that had been abandoned by the Taliban as they had retreated from the valley.

He heard the sound of the artillery being fired and called on his hand held radio for everybody to take cover and then he watched in horror as the position taken by his TAC-P, Kyle Black was engulfed with the explosions and dust created by the rounds as they started to impact all around his friend.

The Teams Medic, Sanchez, in complete disregard for his own safety immediately started for Kyle’s Position in the dual cab Toyota pick-up that he was using as a medical vehicle. He raced towards Kyle’s position as Mike directed the teams Junior Weapons Sergeant to get his mortars into action against the ridge line to their front. It didn’t take long for the teams’ Jr. Weapons Sergeant, to respond and soon the mortars started falling on the Taliban positions along the ridge line, forcing the Taliban commander to move.

Twenty Afghani soldiers, members of Kyle’s security element that had survived the barrage rushed to where he was and recovered the airmen who had been severely wounded but was still conscience. Three of them picked him up and moved him about two hundred yards back as the Teams’ Medic and now Mike the Team Sergeant raced towards them in separate Toyota trucks.

Kyle’s Afghani brothers found a piece of low ground and carried him to it, taking what protection they could find from the Artillery barrage that continued with its impacts only a few hundred yards away.

Kyle knew he had been hurt badly as they laid him down, gently in a patch of green grass that had been grazed to the nub by sheep. There was a tree with no leaves nearby and he could hear water trickling through the aqueduct that ran the length of the wadi, down to a watering hole he had passed earlier that morning. His body was numb and he could still smell the dust and smoke from the barrage but he couldn’t feel a thing as he drifted off to sleep.

To Kyle the world wrapped itself in a prism of brilliant colors, burnt yellow and red as he slipped into a deep, comfortable sleep, feeling no pain, feeling no fear. Completely unaware of reality he dreamed vividly and found himself watching as his life passed before his very eyes.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Status Report

Just wanted to let you know that I am in the process of completing my second book! It is a sequel to "The Night Eagles Soared" and the second book in a series of three that I have planned. I announced via email to all the readers who have purchased the first book directly from me that I was making a special offer for signed and numbered collectors copies and wanted to make sure to let you know about that. The link is below and in the title here, "Burnt Yellow and Red.” It will take you to the secure pay pal site to place an order for one or two copies.

One reader asked if I was still donating to the Green Beret Foundation and unfortunately for "Burnt Yellow and Red" I am not in a position to do that. I am still discounting by $2, and donating an additional $2 for each copy of "The Night Eagles Soared" purchased directly from me off my website or blog to the Green Beret Foundation. A link is provided below. In addition to that, I have donated a singed copy of the book to the GBF in support of the Silent Auction that will be conducted during the Gala this year in San Antonio, Texas. I believe that is in June. I also discounted the book's retail price by half to support the Green Beret Foundations' "Go Ruck" Wounded Warrior Support Program in which they are sending a rucksack filled with essentials to every Green Beret that is transferred to a Medical Treatment Facility. One item they are including in the rucks is a copy of my book "The Night Eagles Soared." Once the second one comes out, I will continue that offer on both books indefinitely for the GBF.

I am also working with the Task Force Dagger Foundation in conjunction with the TFDF Ozark Fishing Adventure at which they will host eight Wounded Warriors and their families from the Special Operations community for a weekend of fishing on Bull Shoals Lake in North Eastern Arkansas. For that I have donated copies of "The Night Eagles Soared" to be sold for donations and I have volunteered to speak at the Benefits Dinner because this is an important event and I want to make sure that folks come and enjoy it along with our wounded warriors. Jimbo Blakeslee is setting all that up by the way!

One last thing that I am involved with is the Southern Vets Fest to be held in Adairsville Georgia on the 30th of April. That little town hosts about 10k people each year for an outdoor concert and other activities in order to raise money to help feed Homeless Veterans in the North Georgia Area. And there are a great many of them, many are post 9-11 veterans. For this event I have donated time and effort to raise awareness and I have also volunteered to speak at the event.

It is the release of my first book that has given me a platform to work with and I thank God for that! The more copies of my books that I sell the more I will be able to do and so I ask for your support in these endeavors. Please help me spread the word about these three organizations and my writing to include the special offer for a signed and numbered copy of "Burnt Yellow and Red" and my first book, "The Night Eagles Soared!"

S. B. Newman, Author
The Legacy Series
"The Night Eagles Soared"
"Burnt Yellow and Red"