U.S. Marine Colonel David Saxon has finished five months of bureaucratic hell at the Pentagon. The confines of his office had turned Saxon into a pent-up, caged beast, until he got what he wanted—a mission back to the danger zone …
Marine Colonel David Saxon’s “Big Mean One” Special Ops team is being airlifted to extract hostages seized onboard an ocean liner by the infamous terrorist, Carlos Evangelista. It’s a daring mid-sea rescue, one certain to cause heavy casualties. But the “Evangelist” has more in mind than slaughtering innocent civilians. A neo-Soviet plot plans to kill Libya’s Kaddafi—so that a new Libyan strongman will welcome placement of Soviet missiles for a nuclear strike against the U.S. Sixth Fleet, on maneuvers in the Gulf of Sidara. To the neo-Soviet leadership and the “Evangelist,” it’s just the first round in a world-dominating game of nuclear brinkmanship. But to Saxon’s team, it’s the last round of a game with only once acceptable outcome—the obliteration of America’s enemies…
David Alexander began writing early in life and began writing uncoaxed and spontaneously. His fledgling appearance in print dates to a sonnet published in a New York City daily newspaper when David was in elementary school in Brooklyn. Between then and today, he has written and published in virtually every literary category, including novels, novelettes, short fiction, poetry, essays and film scripts. He received his early education via the New York City public school system. He later attended Columbia University in New York City and Sorbonne University in Paris, France.
In addition to fiction and creative nonfiction, Alexander has written technical papers as a defense analyst for some of the world's most prestigious international defense publications on high-technology combat systems and their strategic and tactical applications. He is as conversant with the global corporate and civilian defense sector as he is with the military side. Few can justly claim the scope and breadth of his knowledge of and familiarity with the international defense community, ranging from weapon systems to global strategic policy.
As an author, Alexander can justly claim to have pulled himself up by his own bootstraps. Never has he benefited from anybody's patronage. There have been no wealthy relatives with connections, no connections by marriage; no favors traded in secret, no hooked-up friends to fast-track his career. Nor has anybody but David Alexander penned the titles published over David Alexander's byline. Alexander is a resident of Brooklyn Heights, where he has lived and written for many years.
The premise was good, rescue an ocean liner hijacked by terrorists. To keep things more interesting, there are shadowy movements on the larger stage like an attempted invasion of Libya by Russia. Ultimately though, I found myself reading chapters that had no connection to the rest of the book. Plot elements with big build up were tossed away. Other parts were just stupid. A biker gang on a cruise ship and with their weapons hidden in their Harleys? I feel like I lost several I.Q. points by finishing this book