The Amazon Legion (Desert Called Peace)
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#4 in former U.S. Army Lieutenant Colonel Tom Kratman’s popular and relentlessly hard-hitting Carrera’s Legion military science fiction series. With male soldiers lured away, the planet Terra Nova raises a tough and gritty home-guard of women warriors to repel an invasion.
The ruthless freedom fighter and liberator of Terra Nova, Patrick Carrera, believed he could rest with a local victory. But now Earth’s religious totalitarians intend to hold Carrera’s world as a nuclear hostage. It’s time to take the nuclear war to Earth. But those who remain must endure the brunt of Earth’s revenge attack and find a way to stand and defend. They are the old, the sick and the very young–all led by a battle-tested cadre of warrior women determined to save their planet from tyranny yet again.
An amazing new chapter in former U.S. Army lieutenant-colonel Tom Kratman’s popular and relentlessly hard hitting Carrera series, a military science fiction masterpiece in the making.
About Amazon Legion:
“[I]nterplanetary warfare with. . .[a] visceral story of bravery and sacrifice. VERDICT: Series followers and fans of the military SF of John Ringo and David Webershould enjoy this SF action adventure.”–Library Journal
About Tom Kratman’s Carrera’s Legions series:
“Kratman's dystopia is a brisk page turner full of startling twists…[Kratman is] a professional military man…up to speed on military and geopolitical conceits.” –Best-selling author of America Alone Mark Steyn on Tom Kratman’s uncompromising military SF thriller, Califate
“Kratman raises disquieting questions on what it might take to win the war on terror…realistic action sequences, strong characterizations and thoughts on the philosophy of war.” – Publishers Weekly
me, before substantial numbers of our people would begin to defect—helping the enemy mostly by informing on us—unless we kept up a regular presence in their camps and showed willingness to punish. And once that gradual defection began to happen? We’d have no place to hide. Even the ones who wouldn’t outright defect would stop helping us out of a sense of self preservation unless they thought we, or at least our side, was going to win. “Buying insurance,” Madame Nguyen had called it. We had one
minute. Even so, the remainder of the thirty-six shells they’d already sent flying continued to drop about every other second for the next minute. “There,” Zuli pointed. In the distance, sun glinting on glass, were two aerial flashes that told of approaching helicopters. “Fire all left round,” Nguyen said. “Quick-quick. Use up and mortar girls run.” The rate of fire went up again to something approaching the maximum. After another fifty or so blasts, the mortar went silent. The women on the
over.” “No, it isn’t. It will never be over. I knew, Balti. I knew before they were caught. And I did nothing. It’s my fault.” Garcia shrugged, irritably. “Okay. Fine. Have it your way. It’s your fault. I can’t for myself see how, since if you really did know, then they were already guilty and just waiting to be caught, tried and executed. But, if so, so what?” It had been a rhetorical question. Both men knew it. No answer was needed. To cover the silence Garcia pulled a bottle and two glasses
they should if there are real, however trivial, differences between them. This may well get fixed after the first overly bloody battle, but I wonder how many more of them die than have to because their regiments were subject to principles of social aesthetics rather than sound military ones.” Franco chuckled. “You know, if a research doctor of medicine tried to do with research subjects what the social engineers want to do with soldiers, fair minded people would be protesting in the streets.
school trying to be harder on them? No, though that knowledge may have surprised the women. But if they had not added a matching hardship to offset every item, event or phenomenon that had been made easier, then to men who had graduated their version of the course, the women would have been second class citizens, so to speak. Not quite good enough; not quite equal . . . inferior. No doubt many thought it unfair. Others understood. “If a woman, or a man, ever graduates from a Cazador course that