Includes the First World War Illustrations Pack – 73 battle plans and diagrams and 198 photos “One of the finest of all published memoirs of the Great War, truly a classic of its kind .A tribute to the army that died on the Western Front in 1914. One of the finest of all published memoirs of the Great War, truly a classic of its kind. The author had enlisted in 1901 in the Royal Welsh Fusiliers (spelling changed from ‘Welch’ to ‘Welsh’ in 1881 and back to ‘Welch’ in 1920) and was a reservist when war broke out. He rejoined his old, 2nd Battalion and landed in France with them on 11 August 1914. He went right through the war with the battalion, never missing a battle, winning the DCM and MM and ending up still a private. Here is a typical soldier of the pre-1914 regular army, one of the ‘Old Contemptibles’ and this book is a delight, written in his own unpolished manner. Fighting, scrounging, gambling, drinking, dodging fatigues, stolidly enduring bombardment and the hardships of trench warfare, always getting his job done. A tribute to the army that died on the Western Front in 1914.”-Print ed.

For the soldiers left behind, the war never ended. In the shattered remnants of a world still haunted by the scars of war, Pollux stands as a living relic. Born from the fiery crucible of conflict, he was designed to be a weapon, an ultimate defender against the alien menace known as the Hyperion. But against all odds, he survived. Now, years after the dust settled and the echoes of battle faded, Pollux finds himself adrift in a world that no longer has a place for him. With darkened skies casting a perpetual shadow and toxic air choking the streets, the remnants of the war persist as a constant reminder of past horrors. Yet, in the depths of this broken existence, Pollux clings to the hope of forging a life of his own. But when a sinister conspiracy threatens to unravel the fragile peace he has managed to build, Pollux's battle-hardened instincts surge to life once more. The same survival instincts that carried him through the invasion of an alien armada now guide him as he seeks the truth. And those who underestimated this old soldier, those who thought they could erase him from the page of history, will soon discover the depths of their mistake. In this blend of military sci-fi and noir, Pollux becomes a reluctant hero, navigating the treacherous labyrinth of secrets and lies that entangle his world. As he unearths the dark underbelly of a society desperately trying to heal, he finds himself at odds with powerful forces determined to keep their sins hidden. With danger lurking around every corner, Pollux embarks on a relentless pursuit of justice, using the skills honed on the front lines of war to confront his adversaries. The fate of a fragile world rests in the hands of a soldier who refuses to be silenced, a survivor who refuses to let the shadows consume him. In a gripping tale of redemption, betrayal, and resilience, the boundaries between humanity and machine blur, and the price of salvation may prove higher than anyone could have imagined. For this old soldier, the battle is far from over.

The sole survivors of the Dinochrome Brigade's 39th Battalion--Captain Maneka Trevor and Bolo known as Lazarus--are all that stand between a deperate, secret colony of humanity and destruction of the human race.

Fanatical terrorists have planted a backpack nuclear bomb at one of America’s popular tourist attractions intending to kill many innocent people. However, one arthritic old man stands in their way, along with his beautiful passionate lover who is a surgeon, a moderate Muslim police detective lieutenant friend, and a courageous loyal German Shepherd. However, wanting to kill and behead the doctor are the very same extremists who planted the bomb, and they have been chasing her and the old man, a former Green Beret Vietnam War veteran, retired martial arts instructor, and best-selling author. They have chased the pair all over the forested mountains of southern Colorado, and lakes, and cities. The pair is also being pursued by a big law enforcement task force thinking they are cop-killers, so they are trying to elude but protect the innocent but angry officers. One thing the terrorists did not think about was that the old man was also a real cowboy with a real horse, a real ranch, and real survival skills, and lived by his own Code of the West. He was also being helped by a friend he had worked with before who happened to be the surgeon’s father, a living legend in Special Forces and the CIA. Heading to the Mideast, he planned to “cut the head off the snake,” because nobody was going to hurt his little girl.