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FRANK HENDERSON struggles with the onset of dementia as memories of the war, and especially memories of the girl he loved and the German officer who caused her death course through his mind.
As he works to repair the big sailboat his old war buddy, Mario Sisconi left him, Frank believes he sees the German officer in question entering the harbor at Charlotte Amalie.
This story will carry you through the mountains of Yugoslavia, where Frank served with the Mihailovich underground during the war. It will introduce you to Myeshka (Mesha) Yolanda Covanich, a young freedom fighter who deserves your honor and respect. You will become acquainted with Heinrich Peeler, former assistant director of the German Schutzstaffel, who amused himself by carving little artifacts from the dried bones of Jewish babies.
You will feel the pain and suffering the author feels as he tries to bring forth in vivid detail long fallow memories of love, hate, fear, and despair.
And you might cry a little, too.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
p align="justify">In writing i>all three of my books/i>, I have created the protagonist Frank Henderson by reversing my own first and middle names. The problem is, I seem to have created a real hero out of Frank, certainly not a proper attribute for Henderson Frank Ponder.
p align="justify">Heroes are kind, thoughtful, caring, and brave. I am none of the above. As a matter of fact, regarding the last of these, I’m afraid of the dark, of riding elevators, of snakes, spiders, and angry women.
p align="justify">With this set aside, from the day I | |  | | MESHA
For ten thousand nights her eyes have come to stare. Cold blue pools of emotion, recalling dreams dashed in the wet reflection of snow. A quite silent voice whispering of love... of hate... of fear, and of disappointment. A lurid tangle of memories bringing floods of tears to wash my pillow.
And it is not Mesha alone who has sat upon my sheets. For there in the night have sat Mikailic, and Peter, and André, and others. And through it all, I have not spoken.
But now I must tell my story. I must share the guilt. And yet, I cannot share that which is mine alone.
I do not ask forgiveness, for it is I who failed. Nor would I beg such of her or them. It is I who stand while they have fallen.
p style="text-align: justify">span style="font-size: medium">span>span style="font-family: Tahoma">Mesha was only fifteen years old when German SS Major Heinrich Peeler came to Yugoslavia and requisitioned the ground floor of the Covanich home for an office. However, she matured fast when she witnessed her mother and one of Peeler’s men in sexual embrace on the living room couch./span>/span>/span>
div class="contentListDescr" style="text-align: justify">span style="font-size: medium">span style="font-family: Tahoma"> /span>/span>span style="font-size: medium">span | |  | | SAN MARIO ISLAND
Frank Henderson was surprised to learn that his old war buddy Mario Sisconi, eldest son of a New York City mafia family, had named him principal heir of his estate when he died.
Mario had lived quietly during his retiring years on a small private island in the Caribbean Sea.
Frank was even more surprised when he arrived at St. Thomas Island to pick up Mario’s sailboat, only to learn that other members of Mario’s mob had their own ideas about who was entitled to Mario’s bounty.
Followed out to Mario’s island by the mobsters, Frank soon found himself in captivity, subjected to the cruelest forms of torture as Mario’s former cohorts tried to force him to reveal secrets he did not know.
During the ordeal, memories of the war and the experiences he and Mario shared left him with little piece of mind. even when the torture ended.
From the Author: In writing San Mario Island, I have created the protagonist Frank Henderson by reversing my own first and middle names. The big problem is I seem to have created a real hero out of Frank Henderson... certainly not a title attributable to Henderson Frank Ponder.
Furthermore, because the story is comprised of both truth and fiction, I feel obligated to…, as my grandfather would have said... “Separate the beef from the bologna.”
You probably already know that there is no such place as San Mario Island. In addition, to my knowledge |
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Fast Track
by John DeDakis
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 Fast Track is a Mystery/Suspense novel about a young, strong-minded woman's quest to find purpose in life as she unravels the mystery of her parents' deaths 25 years earlier when she was an infant. The setting is Southern Wisconsin; the backdrop is j |
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