July 10, 2012

Guess I'm on a roll. Three days in a row. But still noone posted but me. Guess noone is reading it or they have no opinion yet, So today let me give you a taste of the book. I'm posting the Prologue. The beginning of both the book and me. Hope you enjoy it. Please leave comments so I don't feel so alone.

Prologue

The Birth

“Birth is the sudden opening of a window, through which you look out upon a stupendous prospect.”
- William MacNeile Dixon

A familiar gray light filled the room through small slat windows near the ceiling.  The sounds, although familiar given the current situation in her country, were more unnerving than usual and caused her to shiver under her heavy wool clothing.  She pulled the outer layer closer and watched the midwife stroke her daughter’s hair as the young girl bent in half over another contraction.  She wished she could bear the pain for her. Even knowing what the results would be could not relieve a mother’s anguish at seeing her daughter in pain.  She felt the need to walk and paced back and forth happy that from this angle she was temporarily invisible to her daughter who would most certainly find this action annoying.  For a few moments, she attempted to burn off some of the nervousness and then embraced a hand to offer support through yet another contraction.  The midwife had given permission for Therese to begin pushing through them and she heard the intensified pain in her daughter’s screams.

            The house shook as another bomber wing raided the skies overhead and the family huddled closer around the young girl attempting to give them another soul to love and cherish.  With the support of her family, the midwife, and another long push a scream broke through the silence; this time one that caused all to look relieved and happy.  The girl cried out for her baby as her body curled over itself for another three  pushes, providing the baby boy full access to his new world.  She was so ecstatic to see and hold her new grandson, she needed to escape the confines of the dark, damp basement and take in what little light remained above.  Climbing the stairs from basement to main floor, then to the second floor, and finally to the attic, she found the small ladder that her husband had placed in the corner for the chimney sweep.  Seeing it, she stopped momentarily and wished that the man she had loved for so many years were here to experience this joyous occasion.  She said a few words expressing this to the man as if he were standing right before her, then continued with her intended action.  Grabbing the ladder, she headed for the small attic window overhead.

            The window was like a small round shutter, hinged in the middle.  She pushed it open, so that it hung perpendicular to the floor and looked out at the American Bombers overhead.  The sky was gray and dusty, light hit miniscule pieces of debris that floated slowly toward the ground, causing it to appear more like glitter and confetti celebrating what had just happened three floors below.  The planes, now directly overhead sent the fragments spinning out of control and filled her ears with the loud buzz of their engines.  She imagined her grandson flying a plane like that someday -- the mental image was so clear, so life -- like that she knew that it was not a dream, but a premonition of things to come.

July 9, 2012

Guess my way to start telling you a little about my book is to give you the summary, so here it is:

Since the Revolutionary War, America has used brave men and women to conduct very secret spy operations. The Culper Gang was, perhaps, the first organized group to extract information from the British and pass it on to General George Washington. Since the late seventeen hundreds, thousands of civilians have carried on this same task, risking life and liberty, to assure that this country would never be in the dark about its enemies. Today, that task of providing a clear window to the world still stands and, although the military has assumed a greater portion of the job, civilians continue to be the best source for information.

‘Black Ops’ defines militarily or civilian operations where the missions often fit into the plausible deniability category, in which there is no claim of responsibility for the action. The men and women used for such operations are ‘expendable’; that is, if found, the government would deny any connections with the individuals, even if loss of life occurs because of the inaction. The purpose of this book, and its coming sequel, was to tell the story of such operations without giving up a single person. I understand that, as humans, we all will come to a time when we will pass from this Earth. However, persons who have operated in secrecy all of their lives will pass and no one will ever know the extent to which they went to preserve the American freedoms.

Today, we read much about the Navy Seals, Delta Force, Army Rangers, and the US Air Force Red Berets. But, very infrequently do we hear about civilian operatives who have made their mark on this country. Julia Childs, the world renowned chef, was an operative for the OSS during World War II. Chuck Barris exposed his participation with the CIA, which brought about the usual response from the agency: "We can neither deny nor affirm the fact that Mister Barris ever worked for this agency." And, so it goes, with thousands of us who know, but cannot say because the first item given us was an oath to never tell anyone… not even our families.

I started this project because I believe our children and grandchildren should know the extent that ordinary people went through to guarantee them the freedom that they and we enjoy. When my time comes, I know I will pass without any fanfare, without any 'Thank You', but I will know that I did what was expected of me and did so without any regrets. My family still believes that I loved my country more than my family, and it is hard to explain to them that I did for my country because I loved my family so much.

In the words of my Ghost Writer, Darcie Duraneeau:

From the final days of the Second World War there sprung the life of a German boy who, after facing much adversity, rose to impressive ranks.  It wouldn’t be in the country of his ancestors, but in the United States of America, where he would find his wings; the fate that his Oma had predicted at such an early age.  The Force of Fate is based on the true story of this man who was born in the wreckage, but able to rise far above it.  This first in a two part series details the upbringing, training, and decisions that would lead to a life kept so secret that even his wife, who held his heart and shared his bed, would know little of how his time was spent. 

For the time being I am using an assumed name, Brian Bunratti. Again this is done to protect all of us who are involved in this book. I am hopeful that within the next few months this secrecy can be lifted when I am resurrected and allowed to be myself again.
I want to take this opportunity to thank those who have visited my blog and as I mentioned I will update and give more information as I continue to write within these pages.

Have a great day!
Greywolf

July 8, 2012

 Can't believe I actually started my blog. I guess it's time to explain to you my purpose. Yes I wrote a book (with the help of a ghost writer). For 40 years I have been living with the material that went into this book but was afraid to speak out. Now that I have reached the "Golden Years", I thought it appropriate to tell my story so that my grandchildren and perhaps yours will know of the sacrifices some people have made for their wellbeing and their freedoms. We, the people, have been entertained for ages through movies and books about International Spies, Black Ops or other such endeavors. We have always been given the heat of the battle or the chase of the mission but seldom have we seen the star as a regular man or woman, a family person, father, mother sister, brother or child of someone. If James Bond was a real person and he is not, he is a character from some Ian Fleming Novels, he would have been James Bond, the young boy long before he became 007. After he completed his last mission as 007 he would still have been a James Bond, old man. That is the jist of my book. The characters are real, only the names have been changed. They are real live people who gave of themselves to make our world and yours a better place and most important safer.
I will attempt to add to my blog more details about the story and the book as details become available. I will try to do this 3 times a week for now.
As you visit my blog I invite you to leave comments or ask questions. I will be glad to answer them if I can (or if I'm allowed). I will under no circumstances reveal anything associated with nation security or compromise any names of real persons. I hope you understand that.

First Cover for book

'Til next time

Greywolf





Welcome to my blog

July 7, 2012 Welcome to my blog. This is my first attempt at creating such an up-to-date communication media. Today is also the end of my physical writing of my new book and the beginning of the printing and marketing precess. Hence the name "Greywolf Force of Fate". The name of the book is "Force of Fate"  "Letters to Oma". Several things still have to happen. First I have to aquire funds and here I'm using the services of Kickstarter.com. This side posts my trailer and the amounts of money required to publish, then people like you can invest in my project. The amount vary from $1.00 to $1,000.00. Each level offers something in return. Once we have worked out all the details, I will post everything here as well. I'm also working with Createspace.com to self-publish the book as well as making it available through ebook channels. So thanks for looking and leave me any comments you wish. Remember I'm new at this but I promise I learn fast.
Thank you from Greywolf