Bøger af Jeffrey M Freeman

WE WERE WARRIORS ONCE, Revised Edition: a military-political suspense story following the lives of four Army officers. "a very readable, intelligent novel that teems with crisp, realistic dialogue and engaging characters. . . . absorbing, twist-filled contemporary military tale reminds me of the best of W.E.B. Griffin. A great page-turner that's hard to put down.Col Dale J. Litney "highly engrossing in the realest sense. . . . it poignant, insightful and intelligent! Definitely worth a read!Matisse 74. Military life is demanding. Even in peacetime, it is a dangerous occupation. Assignments to far away places, exact a toll on soldiers and families. Assignments in Washington, DC carry a different kind of pressure, that of political considerations. However, officers, regardless of the assignment, are supposed to be beyond reproach. Soldiers' lives depend on the integrity of the officers they serve under. Still, officers are human and some occasionally fall short of the mark. In the Pentagon wars, especially at the upper levels, lines of communication and responsibilities are frequently blurred by personalities, interpretation of laws, and personal agendas. The story follows the lives of several officers whose careers and characters were forged during the Vietnam era and culminated in a post-Gulf War environment.The book is written in three part, the first two of which were published separately: Duty and Character and Wrong Enemy, Wrong War. The final part, Concordats, draws aside the curtain on what really shapes national defense policy-the military-industrial complex--from top secret operations in the National Military Command Center to the Office of the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs to the Office of the Secretary of Defense to the board rooms of a major suppliers of Army logistics.The intended audience is primarily veterans like Harry, Bill, and Jerry. Harry Patch died at 111, the last British veteran of WWI. He never spoke of his time in war until he was a hundred. His quote: "It wasn't worth it." More than forty years later, Bill still had nightmares from his two tours in Vietnam. Jerry was 82 years old, worked a forty-hour week, and described himself as a good reader. He wouldn't talk about his World War II combat experiences. He claimed that Wrong Enemy, Wrong War, was the best book he ever read.Colonel (Retired) Jeff Freeman uses his thirty-three years of service to lay it on the line in this suspenseful tale. The manuscript was reviewed and approved for publication by the Department of Defense.

WRONG ENEMY, WRONG WAR: what happens when the military-industrial complex drives national defense. A fictional confrontation between Iraq and the United States in 1996-1997. "I just got this book . . . and have yet to put it down!"" highly recommend this intelligent and intriguing book."Matisse 74. "This is the best book that I've read in a long time!"K. Winkle. "the sitting President is . . . set on "dealing" with Saddam Hussein's Iraq . . . (and) getting "that oil flowing in the right direction" as demanded by the corporate big boys.""accurate view of the real powers that be."Jayp. This is a story of the often conflicting motivations between the President, his appointed political advisors, and his senior military advisors who are charged to render their best military advice to the commander-in-chief irrespective of personal consequences. It is also an intimate look at the inter- and intra-Service relationships among generals and admirals. It provides a first hand look at how the Pentagon operated in the early to late 1990's.Following his re-election, the President is concerned with his historical legacy. He wants to be remembered as a man of peace and prosperity but the admonition that it takes a war to make a great president nags at him. Saddam Hussein is still defying UN sanctions and probing America's willingness to maintain the no-fly zones. The intelligence community is divided as to his intentions. There are reasons to believe Saddam may try to annex Kuwait again.The President's newest protégé and Under Secretary of Defense, B. Charles Summers, pushes to eliminate Saddam any way possible. Believing Saddam to be a threat to Israel and the US, Summers suggests assassinating Saddam, an idea that Army Chief of Staff General James MacDougall regards as immoral and illegal. MacDougall favors continued sanctions and a blockade. When the Commandant of the Marine Corps, General Creighton, suggests nuking Iraq, MacDougall voices concern that such action might set off nuclear retaliation by other countries, which could have the unintended effect of creating nuclear winter."If we didn't have to fight the Syrians," the President asked of the Chairman, "how many American dead does your plan call for?"Silence dropped like a rock. Every military muscle in the room clenched. For a moment, no one responded. Then the Chairman said quietly, curtly, almost to the point of disrespect, "Our plans do not call for any American dead. We plan for the enemy to die, not our own. All of our plans minimize American casualties.""Well prepare for this," the President broke in. "I am sick and tired of this cat and mouse game with this two hump camel plucker.""Maybe we just ought to slit the throat of the snake," he said conciliatory."And how do we do that, Charles?" the President asked, acting surprised."Surely there are people who can get to Saddam if the price is right," Charles replied."You mean assassinate him?" Dr. Dean scoffed. "It's been tried," he said disparagingly. "A lot."The idea of assassination did not sit well with any of the military present. It offended their sense of honor. MacDougall responded for the group. "There is one other thing, Chuck. It's illegal. Assassinations are against American law."Jeff is a Transportation Officer who uses his seventeen years of being assigned inside the Washington, DC beltway to bring a sense of reality to this work of fiction. Wrong Enemy, Wrong War is the second part of the trilogy contained in We Were Warriors Once. The manuscript was reviewed and approved for publication by the Department of Defense.

TOO MANY COINCIDENCES IN PINNACLE POINT: Looks like a great place for a Vermont farmer to retire to, until . . ."Loved the fast moving novel with twist and turns. Another great book to read. Looking forward to more books by the author!"Anita Henley.On his first night in Pinnacle Point, seventy-one year old Vermont farmer Hugh Winters, Senator Samuel Winter's father, is attacked. Three nights later, old scores are settled with Samuel's former bodyguard, Elizabeth Guitierrez Santoni Ware, leaving her beaten within an inch of her life. If the bad guys find out she's alive, they'll try again but first they'll have to get through Hugh and Elizabeth's "Cuban" godfather from Miami, as well as a Maine coon cat who has become her protector.To some, the sleepy village of Pinnacle Point looks like the perfect place to set up an international drug smuggling operation. Then the FBI, NSA, and DEA show up. Coincidences? Sex and violence, drugs, old allies, and new lovers swirl in this tale of murder and suspense."What?" Hugh demanded as he flung open the front door.Bam! The door slammed back against him pushing him off-balance! Then, thud! A fist hit him solidly in the chest. His knees buckled. He fell backwards to a sitting position on the floor.Dazed, he saw the legs of two men brush past him. One man stopped a few feet into the living room. Hugh heard the footsteps of soft-sole shoes going further into the house, then back again.He heard one man growl, "Wrong goddamn house." Then a dry, hacking cough."The cat curled around Beth's ankle, lying on her foot. She picked the cat up, cuddling it in the crook of her left arm, petting it with her right.When Hugh saw the size of the animal, he exclaimed, 'Good Gawd, it's a Maine coon cat.'Beth was surprised. 'Really? Well, she's a long way from home then, isn't she?'"Hugh followed the whining down the shore. A few steps and he spotted Cat, sitting on its haunches, still whining. Next to Cat sticking out of the weeds and branches of shrubs was something red. A few more steps and Hugh recognized the Chinese robe.""He bent down. He swallowed hard as he discovered what he hoped for and feared to find. Beth. Her limp body, face down, was practically indistinguishable beneath the robe, entangled in broken branches. He gently placed two fingers on her neck, hardly daring to hope. There was a pulse; faint but beating.""He stood at the head of the bed gun in hand watching Beth sleep. He wouldn't need the gun. He tucked it in his belt. He reached for her neck with both hands.Cat sprang from a corner, snarling and hissing, claws out. Jake turned at the unexpected attack. Cat's claws pierced Jake's shirtsleeve. It's mouth pulled back, its eyes wide with demonic intent. Jake screamed involuntarily as Cat drew blood."This is the third novel in the Pinnacle Point trilogy, bringing back some familiar characters from the first book, Mid-Life Friends and Illusions.

ONLINE DATING AND DYING IN PINNACLE POINT: A quiet vacation in a quaint Florida village turns deadly."I only rate 5 stars to books that hold my interest from start to finish. Jeffery Freeman has a gift for details and developing characters. Love to see more mysteries by him."Anita Henley"I thought I was on the scene trying to solve the twists and turns in this made-for-the-movies mystery." Karwin"I enjoyed this book. Definitely keep my interest . . ."susieq222.Lieutenant Colonel Tom Harvey needs a break from his mundane world of shuffling papers in the Pentagon. Still mourning the loss of his wife, his first attempt at online dating in Washington, DC did not go well. Now he's trying again on vacation in Central Florida. His second date is worse. She ends up dead and he is the prime suspect. He will discover that Pinnacle Point is a small town of big lies and that there are killers among his potential dates.Government corruption becomes evident when the NSA uses him as bait to track down whoever stole $80 million dollars of US federal money in Iraq.The one woman he could fall for turns out to be still married, to a US congressman no less.Who would have thought that online dating could be this complicated or this dangerous?"They hoisted the body onto a gurney set atop the low rock wall. Tom caught a glimpse of the face. It was a woman. An involuntary gasp, barely loud enough to be heard by the man in front of him, escaped Tom's lips. He knew her. Or thought he did. Reeds and tall grass planted to spoil erosion clung to her face and body. He couldn't be absolutely positive but it might be the woman from last Friday's rendezvous.The large man in front of Tom turned to face him.'You know her?' he asked with a deep, husky voice with a tinge of southern accent.Tom frowned. He saw a badge pinned to top pocket of the brown-checked sports coat. In the center of the five-pointed silver star was the word, 'Chief.' The brown fedora with the wide black hatband gave the man the look of a heavy Sam Spade.'I ah, ah. I'm not sure, ' Tom replied hesitantly.'Have a closer look.' The Chief took him by the elbow with one hand. He lifted the yellow tape with the other.""Samantha unlocked the front door. Tom stayed a step behind. Inside she said in the same honeysuckle voice, 'Let me turn on a light.' A moment later, the huge chandelier and wall lamps lit up the entryway like it was Christmas.Tom let go of the front door, letting swing closed behind him. Then the lights went out.Sometime later, Tom had no idea how much later, he slowly opened his eyes. His head throbbed with pain. He tried to rub it. He couldn't. His hands were tied behind his back. His arms and legs were tied to high-backed dining room chair. The room was dark. He looked from side to side. He couldn't see anything.A small bit of light from the window above the entryway crept in behind Tom. Slowly, he gained some night vision. Then he saw her. Samantha sat across from, bound exactly the same way, except that she had a towel wrapped around her head, covering her mouth.'What the hell?' Tom asked." . . . "The gloved hand grasped the blonde hair, twisting the unblemished side of Samantha's face toward Tom. The knifepoint touched her nose, the blade laying across her cheek. Tom squirmed against the ropes, unable to loosen them.'How many? Where?' There was a touch of enjoyment, of anticipation, in the voice.'She means nothing to me, ' Tom stated honestly. 'I don't even know her name.'The blade moved slightly. A drop of red turned to a trickle down Samantha's nose.'Jesus. All right. All right. There's one copy.' Should I tell him where? Lie?The sharp edge came up under the left of Samantha's throat. In one stroke it could cut clear across, opening a gusher of blood and life."Online Dating and Dying in Pinnacle Point is the second in the Pinnacle Point trilogy.

Middle-age crisis versus an apparition. A light-hearted ghost story set mainly in picturesque Stowe, Vermont.