Mike Hoare
Born
in Kolkata, India
January 01, 1920
Died
February 02, 2020
Genre
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Mercenary
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published
1931
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12 editions
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The Road to Kalamata: A Congo Mercenary's Personal Memoir
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The Seychelles Affair
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published
1986
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4 editions
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Congo Warriors
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published
1991
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5 editions
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Mike Hoare's Adventures in Africa
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Three Years with Sylvia
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published
1977
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5 editions
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The Last Days of the Cathars
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published
2013
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3 editions
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The Seychelles Affair: A Mercenary's Account of a Failed Coup
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Mokoro: A Cry for Help!
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published
2007
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ザ・ワイルド・ギース―最強の傭兵部隊
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“But this rebellion differed from the tribal disputes of recent years inasmuch as courts had been set up in Albertville which condemned dozens of people to death daily for petty crimes—failure to carry a M.N.C. Lumumba card, failure to agree with the new régime.To be well dressed or to be able to read and write were an invitation to attend the daily tribunal. Daily executions took place in the main street, the Avenue Storms, when the victims were stood against the bricked-up windows of the mission church to face a firing squad. Their bodies were carted away unceremoniously in wheelbarrows to be dumped in the fast-flowing Lukuga. The bullet-pocked walls are there to this day, a grim reminder of senseless tyranny.”
― Congo Mercenary
― Congo Mercenary
“Not for us the sloppy dress and three days’ growth of beard almost mandatory for a Belgian mercenary. Not for us the indecent short shorts and socks rolled down school-girl fashion. With us to be unshaven was a crime. “Fancy dress” was my enemy, and a decent soldierly appearance my foremost demand.”
― Congo Mercenary
― Congo Mercenary
“At nine I called a halt and went down the column to see how the men were faring. One man lay on the ground sobbing his heart out. I prodded him with a bayonet. “What the devil’s the matter with you?” I demanded. Sympathy at a time like this, even if warranted, is fatal. “Please, sir, let me go back. I should never have come. I had a row … with my fiancée ….” “Too late to think about that now,” I told him curtly. “Fall in with the others.” He worked himself into hysterics. “You’re mad, Major, you’re mad. We’re all going to be killed. I know we are,” he screamed, terror-stricken, until Grant put a fist in his mouth. Blood trickled down his chin as he fell in.”
― Congo Mercenary
― Congo Mercenary
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