||Jan 9, 2012
"Nor the Years Condemn" by Justin Sheedy is a gripping historical fiction based on the true World War II story of how the best & brightest of a generation flew the iconic Spitfire against Nazi tyranny. With staggering irony, this 'best & brightest' had picked one of the fastest ways to die of the War. And won it. "Nor the Years Condemn" is now available as a Print-on-Demand Paperback at Amazon - with Excellent Reviews.
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At the beginning of World War 2, Britain was in the deepest trouble imaginable. 5 minutes flying time away crouched a monster. Alone against it, Britain called out to her Empire. For pilots. From all corners of that Empire, they volunteered. Only the best & brightest were chosen. Daniel Quinn was one of these young men who came to fly against the monster. They had a 1-in-3 chance of survival.
“Nor the Years Condemn” is based on the true story of the youths who flew against the to-date unstoppable might of Nazi Germany. In their early-20s, they were out of necessity for the job at hand the most intelligent young souls, rendering the death of so many of them doubly heart-rending for the reader. Australian Daniel Quinn, flanked by the often hilarious young men of his elite ilk, leaves his peacetime life behind to fight tyranny in this portrait of doomed, brilliant youth.
With in-the-cockpit flying sequences that readers have described as cinematic, “Nor the Years Condemn” is also a story of the mothers cursed to relinquish their sons to war, of first love, of strategic deception and betrayal, of brotherhood and once-in-a-lifetime friendship on a knife’s edge. As per the title, it’s a story of shining young men destined never to grow old, and of those who do: the survivors ‘condemned by the years’, and to their memory of friends who remain forever young.
"Nor the Years Condemn" is now available as a Print-on-Demand Paperback at Amazon - with Excellent Reviews - AND NOW IN DYMOCKS BOOKSTORES!
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Northern France, June 1944.
The young Australian skimmed his Typhoon fighter-bomber over the forest top, 350 miles per hour, ten feet off the trees. The grey gloom of first light was enough to spy the German tanks within the clearing dead ahead. He remembered the words of his instructor…
Lift her a touch, flatten, coax her, nurse her, boy. Make the aircraft do exactly what you want her to. Nose her down a touch now, aim. Perfect.
He squeezed the trigger on the throttle grip – rockets away – eight white smoke trails flew out ahead and down, down, down…
ON target! Bloody FIREWORKS!!
Pulling up and over them, the young pilot then pressed the control column forward, dropping the fighter-bomber down again to speed away.
Keep it low, keep it LOW, son. The higher you are, the better target you offer to anyone who didn’t die. Use the trees as cover – Stay below their tops and LIVE.
A calm began to flow in the twenty-year-old’s veins. Still fast and low, he beamed behind his goggles. He’d done it: The weeks, the months, the past two years leading up to this moment, he’d done as he was told the whole way and he’d done well. Bloody well. The Typhoon was renowned as a bitch to master and he’d done it.
Then he saw it. The anti-aircraft vehicle, just ahead left, its tracer fire spitting at him – too close to nose down and fire back. He remembered his training once more…
Quick bank left towards it – make him change his aim – now he’s flashing under. Full throttle, keep it together, keep it together, keep the nose flat, Jesus don’t climb with the extra power... Jink right again to put him off, ready for damage if he hits you – can’t bail out under 1000 feet – look for a field to crash land in, pistol ready…
As the young Australian drew his next breath, he knew it was his last.
"Too close… He was waiting till I was too close…"
The anti-aircraft gunner stayed right with him, fired all the way through the slick manoeuvre. Cannon shells thundered down the fuselage, through the wings, fuel tanks exploding, the Typhoon now a trajectory of separate parts tumbling down into the forest.
A torso was later taken down from a tree.
Tin dog-tags dangled from one of the lower branches.
Nor the Years Condemn - Five Stars
By Michael High, Colorado Springs, USA.
"Nor the Years Condemn": Where to start? The writing. Excellent. Everything flowed and, from the first chapter to the end, was fluid. Hints here and there as to what may happen in the future were freely dropped along the way. This kept me engrossed, kept me reading. The story. Again, excellent. The history behind these young men (and women), the planes they used, the circumstances surrounding this time frame, et cetera - all well done. I thoroughly enjoyed the "story" of each character and how they interacted with each other. There were some shockers in there; war is hell, no? I also liked the hint of "espionage" involved. "Nor the Years Condemn", to me, was a fantastic read. I can but recommend this book to others and impatiently await Justin's next work.
Should be a Movie
Review by Rochell Lancaster, Melbourne.
Not only for the boys, everyone will take something away from this. Could definitely see this made into a mini-series or movie. The author sucks you in from the start, it is very hard to put down. You can tell that the author did a lot of research when writing this book and is passionate about the story and characters. Hoping there will be a sequel.
In Appreciation of Nor The Years Condemn
By Martin Zitek, Sydney.
"Nor the Years Condemn" recounts the horrors of war as seen by one elite and effective unit of WWII. The author puts us there, in that time, by depicting: language, description of locations, the attitudes of the people and the spirit of the nation that would see it prevail through its darkest period of history. The reader is shown in clear, flowing narrative how war can touch us all, from the other side of the world, to the heights of the clouds. The characters feel so real, we are sure they must have existed. The flying is portrayed so brilliantly, we feel an ace fighter pilot must have possessed Justin's head while he wrote this. The planes themselves become characters, even though mere machines, they became tools of victory and a symbol of ingenuity, technology and bloody determination. This is a testament to the research undertaken by the author and his wordsmithing we see as the end result.
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