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About the Author
A former member of the crack elite force the Special Air Service, Andy McNab has seen action on five continents. In January 1991, McNab commanded the eight-man SAS squad that went behind Iraqi lines to destroy Saddam Hussein's scuds. He eventually became the British Army's most highly decorated serving soldier, and remains closely involved with the intelligence communities on both sides of the Atlantic. Because of the highly sensitive and clandestine nature of his work with the SAS, he is wanted by a number of the world's terrorist groups. His whereabouts, therefore, cannot be disclosed.
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FRIDAY, APRIL 24, 1998
Three gallons a day, that's your lot," the bosun barked. "But two gallons have to go to the cook, so there's one gallonI'll tell ye again, just one gallonleft over for drinking, washing and anything else ye need it for. Anyone caught taking more will be flogged. So will gamblers, cheats and malingerers. We don't like malingerers in Her Majesty's navy!"
We were lined up on either side of the deck, listening to the bosun gobbing off about our water ration. I was trying not to catch Josh's eye; I knew I'd burst into a fit of laughter that Kelly wouldn't find amusing.
There were about twenty of us "new crew," mostly kids, all dressed in the standard-issue sixteenth-century sailors' kit: a hessian jerkin and shirt, with trousers that stopped about a foot short of the trainers we'd been
instructed to bring with us. We were aboard the Golden Hind, a full-sized reconstruction of the ship in which Sir Francis Drake had circumnavigated the globe between 1577 and 1580. This version, too, had sailed around the world, and film companies had used it as a location so often it had had more makeovers than Joan Collins. And now it was in permanent dock serving, as Kelly called it in her very American way, as an "edutainment" attraction. She was standing to my right, very excited about her birthday treat, even if it was a few days late. She was now nine, going on twenty-four.
"See, I told you this would be good!" I beamed.
She didn't reply, but kept her eyes fixed on the bosun. He was dressed the same as us, but was allowed to wear a haton account of all the extra responsibility, Isupposed.
"Ye slimey lot have been hand-picked for a voyage with Sir Francis Drake, aboard this, the finest ship in the fleet, the Golden Hind!" His eyes fixed on those of each child as he passed them on the other line. He reminded me of my very first drill sergeant when I was a boy soldier.
I looked over at Josh and his gang, who were on the receiving end of his tirade. Joshua G. D'Souza was thirty-eightish, five feet six inches, and, thanks to being into weights, about two hundred pounds of muscle.
Even his head looked like a bicep; he was 99 percent bald, and a razor blade and moisturizer had taken care of the other 1 percent. His round, gold-rimmed glasses made him look somehow more menacing than
Josh was half black, half Puerto Rican, though he'd been born in Dakota. I couldn't really work that one out, but nor could I be bothered to ask. Joining up as a teenager, he'd done a few years in the 82nd Airborne and then Special Forces. In his late twenties he'd joined the U.S. Treasury Department as a member of their Secret Service, in time working on the vice-presidential protection team in Washington. He lived near Kelly's dad's place, and he and Kev had met, not through work, but because their kids had gone to the same school.
Josh had his three standing next to him, working hard at understanding the bosun's accent. They were on their last leg of a whistlestop tour of Europe during their Easter vacation. Kelly and I had collected them
off the Paris Eurostar just the day before; they were going to spend a few days seeing the sights with us before heading back to D.C., and Kelly was really hyper. I was pleased about that; it was the first time she'd
seen them since "what happened"as we called itover a year ago. All things considered, she was doing pretty well at the moment and getting on with her life.
The bosun had turned back and was moving up our line. "Ye will be learning gun drills, ye will be learning how to set sail and repel boarders. But best of all, ye'll be hunting for treasure and singing sailors' shanties!" The crew was encouraged to respond with their best sailor-type cries.
All of a sudden, competition for the loudest noise came from the siren of a tourist boat passing on the river, and the bark of its horn, as the first sailing of the day "did" London Bridge.
I glanced down at Kelly. She was quivering with excitement. I was enjoying myself, too, but I felt just a bit weird standing there in fancy dress in full public view, aboard a ship docked on the south side of London Bridge. At this time of the morning, there were still office workers walking along the narrow cobblestoned road that paralleled the Thames, dodging the delivery vans and taxis on their way to work. The trains that had got them this far were slowly trundling along the elevated tracks about 200 meters away, making their way toward the river.
The pub next to the ship, the Olde Thameside Inn, was one of those places that supposedly dates from Shakespeare's day but which, in fact, was built maybe ten years earlier on one of the converted wharves that line the river. The office crowd, plastic cups and cigarettes in hand, were making the most of the morning sun on the terrace overlooking the water, having picked up their late breakfast from the coffee shop.
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Actionpacked and authentic in every detail, it gives us a hero who's at least as scary as the villains. Andy McNab is the real deal and a rare commoditya hard guy who knows how to write.
(John Case, author of The First Horseman)
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I am female & started reading his books a few months ago i think they are absolutely fantastic, i find i cannot put the book down. I read fire wall in three days the details and ops details are amazing you can pick up a book but not wanna put it down, also with this girl kelly involved shows you his sensitive side, also makes him a real person. Now with his ex girl been involved also makes good reading. I find some parts of the books quite funny also a am nearly heading off on my 4th book but need to find out which one comes next.
The author is a former SAS guy, fairly high up in the organization, so I thought this would be a particularly good read. And it was, for the most part. The action was swift and well rendered. I especially liked all of the techniques described. Like sealing your crap up in cling film when you¿re doing an extended surveillance job outside. And hiding in large bush is more complicated than you would think ¿ you can¿t just crawl in there because you¿d be moving the branches around by getting caught on them. This would definitely alert someone, so you have to cut out a hole in the branches that is big enough to accommodate you. I also liked the rules & regs surrounding how you make an alternate identity for yourself.What was bad was the (unconscious) humor of the author¿s writing came out at entirely the wrong time and made me laugh inappropriately. Like when a police German Shepard is attacking Nick. He says that he grabbed the dog¿s rear leg and it tried to shake him off ¿ and he used Michael Flatly the Irish dancer to describe the dog¿s leg action. I cracked up.And the characterizations were only so-so. Nick was trying alternately to be the tough guy, the country hick and the compassionate father and neither persona suited him well. Sarah was nothing but a caricature with no motivation or other guides to her personality. She¿s first shown as the leader of a mission that she has secret orders about and can¿t share with the rest of the crew. So then the mission goes wrong and they blame her. Then she¿s portrayed as a renegade agent who can¿t be found.That¿s when Nick is sent to find her. It seems that during one of their past missions they got very close and posing as a couple wasn¿t too hard for them after a while. When the mission was over, she dumped him saying that it was only the mission and he didn¿t think it was real did he? He did. Dope. So at the end of this book when it turns out that Sarah is really with the terrorists and plans to kill the Israeli President and Arafat, he is surprised that he fell for her again. Once a dope, always a dope. The one thing that was really eerie about reading this now is that the terrorist organization she was part of was Osama Bin Laden¿s. It talks about his change of heart after the US helped him get the Russians out of Afghanistan and how he wants to kill any US person who is in Saudi Arabia or other Moslem nations. It talks about his plans to strike at the US in such a way that they will never feel safe again and that will show the world how powerful he is and how stupid the US is. Creepy since he has done just that. I can imagine how Andy McNab must have felt on September 12, 2001.
nice to have a book that is written by someone from England who actually writes like he is from England
excellent book that dosent cover up the dark spots it shows them in depth, Andy McNab is the real deal.
I finished Crisis Four last week, deep in thought about fanatical terrorist cells. Following the devastiating attack in the USA on Tuesday, 11th September 2001 I re-read the book almost as fact. Were any other readers immediately struck with similarities?
This is a great book it says its fiction but believe me it reads like its real, because he has been there done that and got some wounds to prove it. Also being British. I have got a copy of his latest title 'firewall' and its the follow up from 'crisis Four' and its a great read. I won't ruin it for you but it involves the Russian mafia and the NSA which side is he on you'll have to find out. Get Crisis four if dont have it all ready and get brace yourself for firewall as you really need to read them in order.
This is a very detailed fictional espionage story. Kudos to Mr. Mcnab. If you liked the non-fiction books by this author, then you will love this book. The british phrases and humor are at its best with Crisis Four. McNab is becoming an author who writes about covert ops as opposed to some operators who try to be authors. I only wish that the publishers would bring more books like this to the states from the UK.