More Than Courage - Softcover

Coyle, Harold

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0765341093 ISBN 13: 9780765341099

Verlag: Forge Books, 2004

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Courage is often enough to drive a soldier forward, to cause him to climb out of his foxhole and face enemy fire. But it takes a little more than courage to keep him going when every instinct dictates that he should do otherwise.

This truth becomes self-evident when the men belonging to Recon Team Kilo, a Special Forces A-Team operating deep in hostile territory, are overwhelmed by indigenous forces. Without leadership and unit cohesion, the survivors struggle to stay faithful to their code of conduct in the face of brutal imprisonment and an uncertain future.

An elite force, ready to place themselves in harm's way to save their own, is sent on a dangerous mission to rescue the POWs. They're lead by Lieutenant Colonel Harry Shaddock, whose men would follow him anywhere. His mission is to save fellow soldiers while putting his own in harm's way. As the families of the imprisoned soldiers learn that their loved ones are being killed off one by one, the operation becomes more dangerous than anyone had imagined. In order to triumph all must draw upon something from within. SOMETHING MORE THAN COURAGE.

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Harold Coyle graduated from the Virginia Military Institute and spent fourteen years on active duty with the U.S. Army. He is the New York Times bestselling author of nine novels, including The Ten Thousand, Team Yankee, God's Children, and Dead Hand. He lives in Leavenworth, Kansas.

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"Harold Coyle is a superbly talented storyteller ... the Tom Clancy of ground warfare."--W.E.B. Griffin

Courage is often enough to drive a soldier forward, to cause him to climb out of his foxhole and face enemy fire. But it takes a little more than courage to keep him going when every instinct dictates that he should do otherwise.

This truth becomes self-evident when the men belonging to Recon Team Kilo, a Special Forces A-Team operating deep in hostile territory, are overwhelmed by indigenous forces. Without leadership and unit cohesion, the survivors struggle to stay faithful to their code of conduct in the face of brutal imprisonment and an uncertain future.

An elite force, ready to place themselves in harm's way to save their own, is sent on a dangerous mission to rescue the POWs. They're lead by Lieutenant Colonel Harry Shaddock, whose men would follow him anywhere. His mission is to save fellow soldiers while putting his own in harm's way. As the families of the imprisoned soldiers learn that their loved ones are being killed off one by one, the operation becomes more dangerous than anyone had imagined. In order to triumph all must draw upon something from within. SOMETHING MORE THAN COURAGE.

"Nobody knows war like Harold Coyle, and nobody writes it better."--Stephen Coonts

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CHAPTER ONE
 
 
Syria
18:05 LOCAL (14:05 ZULU)
 
By the time the sun began its final swift descent in the west it had been drained of all its harsh cruelty. The great solar orb that had the power to suck the life out of any creature foolish enough to show itself during the day was now little more than a harmless orange ball receding in the distance. Within minutes it would be gone from sight completely, giving the parched desert it ruled over by day a few hours' respite. Sensing the coming darkness, creatures of the night began to emerge from their holes and coveys. Even before the last long shadows of daylight were absorbed by the gathering gray twilight they would be out and about, pursuing those chores that were so necessary for survival in this harsh and most unforgiving land.
Those creatures that were native to Syrian desert could only rely upon natural skills to track prey. When they managed to corner their quarry, they had to employ their own teeth, claws, venom, and sheer brute strength to bring it down and kill it. When times were hard and victims scarce, these same predators had no qualms about turning on each other in order to survive. Under the right circumstances, any animal will turn on its own for self-preservation.
Not all the predators that populated Syria's barren landscape were indigenous. Few of the fourteen members of the U.S. Army Special Forces unit known as Recon Team Kilo thought of themselves as predators. None would have considered themselves to be the most dangerous ones in the area. But by any measure, they were. Unlike the creatures that crawled and slithered in the sands about the laager where RT Kilo's vehicles lay hidden, the Americans conducted themselves in a well-disciplined, methodical manner that thousands of years of civilized warfare had distilled into something of a science. Aided by instructional memory and state-of-the-art weapons that enhanced their own ability to seek, strike, and destroy, RT Kilo was the tip of the mightiest killing machine ever assembled.
Still, it was a fragile tip, one that was in danger of becoming dull due to overuse and prolonged exposure to a harsh and unforgiving environment. Its very existence depended upon adhering to the same laws of survival that all predators live by. The first law is avoiding positions and actions that threaten that survival. First Lieutenant Ken Aveno understood this principle very well, which is why he followed a strict routine when moving about within the confines of the team's laager while it was still light. He began by pulling himself up from the reclining position he had settled into hours before. Using the same cautious, almost hesitant motions that a prairie dog does when emerging from its burrow, the Special Forces officer paused to scan the trackless horizon through the broken pattern of the camouflage net that protected him from observation and the brutal daytime sun. Only when he was satisfied that it was safe to do so did he rise out of the shallow pit he had dug just prior to dawn that morning. He parted a seam in the tan net, stuck his head up through the opening like a swimmer breaking the surface, and continued to look around now that his view of the flat, barren landscape was unobstructed. Satisfied that all was as it should be, he ducked back under the net and started preparing himself for another long night.
Slowly he slipped into the flak vest he had shed during the heat of the day, took up his weapon, and did his best to muster up some enthusiasm. With each passing day he was becoming acutely aware that the amount of effort he needed to motivate himself was increasing. It was as if he had only a finite reservoir of élan, a supply that this mission and his duties were depleting at an alarming rate.
Pausing, he shook his head. "Gotta keep it together," he mumbled as he adjusted his gear and glanced to his left and right, catching quick glimpses of other members of the team as they prepared for their nocturnal labors. To a man they moved in a deliberate manner that was purposeful while at the same time reflecting the same lack of enthusiasm he himself was struggling to overcome.
This concerned Aveno. He knew they were tired. But it was more than simple physical exhaustion that worried the young officer. They had been deployed for six weeks plus with no downtime, no opportunity to kick back and simply rest and relax. Their area of operation and the nature of their mission required that they maintain an around-the-clock vigilance in a harsh environment that was taxing for even the hardiest of them, physically and emotionally. The same fine grains of sand and grit that worked their way into the gears of their vehicles and the actions of their weapons also found their way into every mouthful of food they consumed, breath they took, and bodily opening left exposed. The sand was a constant irritant. It could be tolerated. It could be joked about. But it was always there, like the unseen dangers that added mental stress to the physical duress that the desert inflicts upon any and all who reside there.
The result was an attrition that could not be stopped. Efforts to lessen the stress and gradual but steady erosion of each man's health could only do so much. Each member of the team had sufficient opportunities to rest, plenty to eat, and medical attention as soon as it was required. But nothing short of removing them from this milieu would restore both their full mental and physical well-being. That this would not be happening anytime soon only served to accelerate the ebbing morale and growing strain that was becoming more and more evident with each passing day.
When originally conceived, the plan allowed each Special Forces recon team three days to infiltrate along a predetermined route to its designated sector in Syria. Once it was in place the unit would spend two weeks gathering intelligence, observing known terrorist training camps and, if necessary, employing their laser designators when someone thousands of miles away decided that a target required immediate attack. At the end of this two-week phase, when a new team was en route the deployed team would extract itself. All of the preceding ten recon teams dispatched as part of Operation Razorback had started out following a schedule that placed them in harm's way for just under three weeks. But like RT Kilo none of them, Alpha through Juliet, had been able to stay within this schedule. Each team had its deployment extended time and time again by unforeseen operational requirements as the war on international terrorism siphoned off already scarce special operations resources to deal with other, more pressing needs. The days when a recon team's deployment in Syria was extended by a mere two additional weeks was now nothing more than a memory. Six weeks in place had become the norm, with eight not being unheard-of.
It was not knowing when they would receive the word to disengage and head back to The World that Ken Aveno suspected was most wearing on them. As he finished tending to his personal chores and prepared to turn to his assigned duties as the team's executive officer, he wondered just how much the other members of the team were being affected. Though part of being on a Special Forces A team meant that rank was often ignored, Aveno was still an officer. There were conventions within the United States Army that even the camaraderie and professionalism of an elite unit could not overcome. As with any other officer, he depended upon two things when it came to judging the combat effectiveness of those entrusted to him: his personal observation of the men and his own physical and mental state. While not quite at the end of his rope, he could feel himself slipping and he suspected that the motivation and endurance of the others was ebbing as quickly as his own. Still, he remained confident that in terms of materiel,...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Forge Books
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2004
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0765341093
• ISBN 13: 9780765341099
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 384
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