In a timeline altered by the Cuban Missiles War of October 1962, a British Task Force is gathering in the South Atlantic to take back the Falkland Islands from the Argentine invaders.
The fighting begins...but can a war 8,000 miles from home for a windswept archipelago of which the bulk of the British people know little, fought in the name of fifteen hundred exiled people – the Falkland Islanders, or ‘Kelpers’ as they prefer to call themselves – ever be a just war?
Political braggadocio has failed to dent the resolve of the generals in Buenos Aires and now, the unthinkable is happening, the United Kingdom is going to war over the ownership of an archipelago which few of its exiled people have expressed any desire to return to.
The plans have been made, the treasure expended and the still formidable British war machine mobilised; will it be Suez all over again, or something the people back home can celebrate?
Or, as many people fear, will it be a nasty, messy not so little war that could easily end badly. Peter Christopher and most of the officers and men of the South Atlantic Task Force know that nothing is certain in combat, that bad things can happen at any time and when things go wrong, they can go wrong catastrophically.
Nobody has any illusions; those storm-tossed rocks in the South Atlantic will surely be islands of no return for countless friends, and enemies alike.
Author’s note to since the publication of ‘Operation Anadyr’ was first published in October 2014, the Timeline 10/27/62 series has branched into and explored a number of additional narrative arcs and themes, and in several standalone stories.
For my readers who prefer to read the Timeline 10/27/62 books in the chronological order of the overall narrative arc ARMADAS = 31.
Librarian Note: There is more than one author in the Goodreads database with this name.
James Philip was born in Kingsbury in London and grew up in that long-lost age when as a four-year old he was among the last generation of young boys in England whose father could take him to stand on a nearby railway bridge, at Wealdstone so that he could peer over the smoke blackened parapet as real steam locomotives chugged beneath.
The same old ,. People tend to forget what Sandy Woodward ,said on his way to the Falklands.As to how the sailors and airmen under his command .How lucky the where to have a JOB . Typical