Excerpts from my book.

[Michael]

Well since I told everybody what I'm doing I'll give you a preview.

These are part of the prologue.
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August 1, 1914.

Near Ypres.

It has been dark for some time now and a young Jacques Richeson is on his way home. While he walks he ponders thoughts he wished he never had to think. For while working that day, his friends spoke in hushed whispers, that war, was coming. Jacques dismissed them with a shrug then. Now, he wasn't to sure. But he continues to reassure himself. "Even that imbecile, kaiser Wilhelm, would not be that ignorant." Or so he thought.
Now as he steps in the front door, a most peculiar sound. A sort of screeching whistle, gradually getting louder.
Jacques now realizes he is back outside. He is in the air looking down. The entire world is a bright light.
Then, everything goes dark.

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Arras

Jean Claude Museir always stayed sober.
And tonight was no different. No matter how much his friends pestered him, he still only had one drink. And now as he is leaving the Arras Pointe, laughing and saying goodbye to his buddies. He hears the strangest sound. A sound of powerful engines and a screeching whistle.
As he walks, the house to his left disintegrates in a cloud of flame and smoke. He is thrown away, over the fountain in the middle of the square. Now all hell is let loose around him, building simply disappear in a sight that which is only seen in the abyss.
Dazed, he stumbles back toward the Arras Pointe, trying to help his sideways drunk friends escape.
As he reaches the door, he is again, thrown. Inverted, he hits the fountain statue on his temple and falls into the water.
Darkness.
Then he is able to see again. First, his own blood. And then a sight that makes him wish he were still out.

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London

Christopher Foxxe is awoken by the sound of his bell. He stumbles out of bed and makes his way to the door. "What in bloody hell would someone want at this hour?" He opens it to find a young military intern who has the pale look of a ghost.
Christopher's heart sinks to rock bottom.
The intern hands him a telegraph. He thanks the lad, bids him good night and returns inside.
Taring open the dreaded letter, the grim reality that he knew was coming impales him like ice.

Kaiser Wilhelm II has declared war. Report tomorrow at 0900.

"Well" Christopher thinks solemnly. "Better start packing."

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More coming!

[Stephen]

This oughtta be a hoot. Everyone gets their favorite pilots in a book! Maybe ISD should release it as an E-Book!