The palace of Knossos was the largest, covering three acres with its main building alone and five acres when separate out-buildings are considered. It had a monume. He was regarded as Britain's greatest living travel writer during his lifetime, based on books such as A Time of Gifts. Shortly after his birth, his mother and sister left to join his father in India , leaving the infant Patrick in England with a family in Northamptonshire : first in the village of Weedon, in nearby Dodford , he did not meet his sister again until he was four years old.
As a child Leigh Fermor had problems with academic structure and limitations, was sent to a school for "difficult" children. He was expelled from The King's School, Canterbury after he was caught holding hands with a greengrocer's daughter. His last report from The King's School noted that the young Leigh Fermor was "a dangerous mixture of sophistication and recklessness", he continued learning by reading texts on Greek , Latin and History, with the intention of entering the Royal Military College, Sandhurst.
He changed his mind, deciding to become an author instead, in the summer of relocated to Shepherd Market in London, living with a few friends. Soon, faced with the challenges of an author's life in London and draining finances, he set upon leaving for Europe. At the age of 18 Leigh Fermor decided to walk the length of Europe, from the Hook of Holland to Constantinople , he set off on 8 December with a few clothes, several letters of introduction, the Oxford Book of English Verse and a Loeb volume of Horace's Odes. He slept in barns and shepherds' huts, but was invited by landed gentry and aristocracy into the country houses of Central Europe.
He experienced hospitality in many monasteries along the way. A book on the final part of his journey was unfinished at the time of Leigh Fermor's death, but was published as The Broken Road : Travels from Bulgaria to Mount Athos in September by John Murray ; the book draws on Leigh Fermor's diary at the time and on an early draft he wrote in the s. Leigh Fermor arrived in Istanbul on 1 January continued to travel around Greece. In March he was involved in the campaign of royalist forces in Macedonia against an attempted Republican revolt. In Athens he met a Romanian Phanariote noblewoman , with whom he fell in love, they shared an old watermill outside the city looking out towards Poros , where she painted and he wrote.
On learning that Britain had declared war on Germany on 3 September Leigh Fermor left Romania to return home and enlist in the army. Due to his knowledge of modern Greek, he was commissioned in the General List in August and became a liaison officer in Albania , he fought in mainland Greece. During the German occupation, he returned to Crete three times, once by parachute, he was one of a small number of Special Operations Executive officers posted to organise the island's resistance to the occupation.
Disguised as a shepherd and nicknamed Michalis or Filedem, he lived for over two years in the mountains. There is a memorial commemorating Kreipe's abduction near Archanes in Crete. Moss featured the events of the Cretan capture in his book Ill Met by Moonlight , it was adapted in a film by the same name. In the film, Leigh Fermor was portrayed by Dirk Bogarde. In Leigh Fermor published his first book, The Traveller's Tree , about his post-war travels in the Caribbean ; the book established his career. The reviewer in The Times Literary Supplement wrote: "Mr Leigh Fermor never loses sight of the fact, not always grasped by superficial visitors, that most of the problems of the West Indies are the direct legacy of the slave trade.
He went on to write several further books of his journeys, including Mani and Roumeli , of his travels on mule and foot around remote parts of Greece. Leigh Fermor translated the manuscript The Cretan Runner written by George Psychoundakis, a dispatch runner on Crete during the war, helped Psychoundakis get his work published.
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Medieval Warfare: Battle of Tewkesbury , A typical hardcover book , showing the wear signs of a cloth cover over the hard paperboards. Medieval tapestry showing King Arthur , a legendary ancient British ruler who had a leading role in the Matter of Britain , a national myth used as propaganda for the ancestral origins of the British Royal Family and their British subject s. A famous First World War -era recruitment poster , stressing the concept of British national identity. Britons gathered in Whitehall to hear Winston Churchill 's victory speech on 8 May V-E Day celebrations in Toronto , May Leigh Fermor, photographed by Dimitri Papadimos.
Central part of Leigh Fermor's villa at Kalamitsi, Kardamyli.
The stones of Stonehenge , in Wiltshire , were erected between and BC. The Bayeux Tapestry depicts the Battle of Hastings , , and the events leading to it. The State House in St. George's , Bermuda. Settled in , the town is the oldest continuously-inhabited English town in the New World. The Treaty of Union led to a single united kingdom encompassing all Great Britain. The vast majority of the world's countries—including all the great powers—eventually formed two opposing military alliances: the Allies and the Axis.
The League of Nations assembly, held in Geneva , Switzerland , Benito Mussolini inspecting troops during the Italo-Ethiopian War , The bombing of Guernica in , during the Spanish Civil War , sparked fears abroad Europe that the next war would be based on bombing of cities with very high civilian casualties. Crete is the largest and most populous of the Greek islands, the 88th largest island in the world and the fifth largest island in the Mediterranean Sea, after Sicily, Sardinia, Cyprus, and Corsica.
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The palm beach of Vai. It was officially formed on 22 July under Minister of Economic Warfare Hugh Dalton, from the amalgamation of three existing secret organisations. Cairo is the capital of Egypt. Louis Comfort Tiffany — Oil on canvas. Brooklyn Museum. A rendition of Fustat from A. Rappoport's History of Egypt.
Fresco of Fatimid Caliph Al-Hakim — The Cairo Citadel , seen above in the late 19th century, was commissioned by Saladin between and Somerset Maugham, was a British playwright, novelist and short story writer. He was among the most popular writers of his era and reputedly the highest-paid author during the s. Maugham photographed by Carl Van Vechten in Maugham was the subject of this caricature by David Low.
It portrays the events surrounding the marriage of Theseus, the Duke of Athens, to Hippolyta. Hermia and Helena by Washington Allston , Engraving from a painting by Henry Fuseli , published A German soldier in front of one of the signs erected after the razing of Kandanos. The text reads: "Kandanos was destroyed in retaliation for the bestial ambush murder of a paratrooper platoon and a half-platoon of military engineers by armed men and women.
Massacre of civilians in Kondomari by German paratroopers in Stanley Moss in Crete. Spithouris Manolis, attacked the armoured car with his rifle alone and survived the cannon shell strike to his belly during the Damasta sabotage. Knossos is the largest Bronze Age archaeological site on Crete and has been called Europe's oldest city. Settled as early as the Neolithic period, the name Knossos survives from ancient Greek references to the major city of Crete. Bowl with fork handles, pottery.
Knossos, Early Neolithic, — BC. Also a ladle, and a three-legged vessel from later periods. A labrys from Messara Plain. View to the east from the northwest corner. In the foreground is the west wall of the Lustral Basin. View to the south. The hill in the background is Gypsades. Between it and Knossos is the Vlychia. The South Entrance is on the left.
Feldgendarmerie operating in occupied Russia , July The sign says "Partisan danger ahead. Single vehicles Stop! Hold weapons ready. Feldgendarmerie guard a food truck in the Netherlands in Heraklion or Heraclion is the largest city and the administrative capital of the island of Crete. It is the fifth largest city in Greece. The Venetian fortress of Castello a Mare — guards the inner harbor of Heraklion. Interesting name…. Originally from the south of France.
Most of the Basque blood in our family is Spanish but the name originated in the northern Basque country and has survived for generations. My parents are second generation. They have a farm near Portland. I wanted to see where our people came from. She was stunning. With her experience, she could very likely make more money than he did, in the right place.
Was he glaring at her? He shook himself. I started this clinic on a shoestring. I run it on a tight budget. Where salary is concerned, I doubt I could meet your demands. He folded his hands on top of the exquisite, sexy resume and smiled at her. I just happened to be looking through the employment section… I think it was the North Bend paper.
I was just curious. I saw your ad and had never heard of Thunder Point. In many cases their medical coverage is spotty. They need a good medical team. Also because the grandmothers, both widows, get a little invasive and high maintenance. I need them in smaller doses. So, that was my original motivation but I like it here. Now, tell me why you would consider Thunder Point? He felt we had accomplished as much as we could as a team and it was time for a change. I had no interest whatsoever in her boyfriend.
Well, that cleared the air, all right. He coughed lightly. And he smiled. He smirked slightly. He stood from behind his desk. Ramsdale a call. She stiffened as if offended. How is that relevant to the position? He laughed softly and put his hands in his pockets. Scott followed Peyton to the reception area and stood by while Peyton chatted briefly with Devon. Maybe she was attracted to Devon? Just that Peyton was more comfortable with Devon than she had been with him. And then Peyton left and went to the car that sat right in front of the clinic and climbed in.
Starts at over a hundred grand. With its breathtaking vistas and down-to-earth people, Thunder Point is the perfect place for FBI agent Laine Carrington to recuperate from a gunshot wound and contemplate her future. The locals embraced Laine as one of their own after she risked her life to save a young girl from a dangerous cult. She may even learn to open her heart to others, something an undercover agent has little time to indulge.
Eric Gentry is also new to Thunder Point. When Laine and Eric meet, their attraction is obvious to everyone. But while the law enforcement agent and the reformed criminal want to make things work, their differences may run too deep…unless they take a chance on each other and find that deep and mysterious bond that belongs to those who choose love over fear. The vista before her was even better.
What am I doing here? The view was stunning. The beach was wide and long. The huge, black haystack rocks were a powerful contrast against the gray-blue water. The mouth of the bay lay between two promontories, the Pacific stretching endlessly beyond, crashing against the rocky promontories but the water in the bay was calm. She shivered in the cold and pulled her jacket tighter. It was late January and the damp cold caused her right shoulder to ache all the way to her elbow.
A bullet was removed and damage repaired. Maybe it was the bullet that brought her to Thunder Point. Laine had been wounded on the job, then pulled from FBI Field Service and put on a desk while recovering. When she realized they were going to keep her on that desk for a long time, light duty, assisting rather than leading investigations, she requested a one year leave of absence to focus on rehab.
Rehab was an excuse. But even though she was cleared for duty by the shrink, she could use a little time to rethink her career path. And she was allergic to that full time desk. She left angry, went back to her Virginia townhouse, got in touch with a Realtor in Thunder Point where she knew a couple of people, and from emailed photos she had chosen a house to rent. A house with a view of the bay.
Because Thunder Point, Oregon was just about as far from Boston as she could get. Her car was in the parking lot of the bar and she leaned against it for a long time, staring at the sea. It was overcast, cold and there was no one on the water. It was glum, actually. But she liked those cloudy or stormy days.
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Her mother used to call them soup days. It relaxed her. She loved filling her family with comfort food — thick soups, rich casseroles, sweet, soft breads, stews and pastas in rich tomato or white sauces or savory broths. Laine sighed. She would never get over losing her mother. It had been five years and she still reached for the phone before she remembered. It was time to get to town to meet the Realtor. She got in her car and drove out of the parking lot and took the road that crossed the beach and led to the town.
There was some construction on the hill — it looked like a few houses were being built on this beachfront hillside. She drove to the main street and parked in front of the clinic. When she got out she locked it out of habit. She looked up and down the street lined with lampposts still boasting a bit of Christmas garland. Well, it was only January, she thought with a private chuckle. She walked into the clinic and there, sitting behind the counter at her desk, was Devon. She rose with a wide smile on her face. She came around the counter and embraced Laine.
Laine had taken Devon under her wing in the commune. Because these people want to know everything about everyone. Not at all a lie. I told Scott, my boss, but I can keep him quiet.
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He dreads things like insurance filing, especially Medicaid and Medicare. He does it when he has to and frankly, it takes him five times as long as it takes me. I was always a good student, a hard worker. But you are the curiosity. How did a sophisticated city girl like you manage to fit into the family like you did? She knew.
Only too well. Not to mention the fact that lives were at stake and rested on her success or failure. Laine had done a lot of undercover work over the years but her time with The Fellowship had been the longest deep cover assignment in her career. She had requested it, thinking it would be a brief fact-finding assignment. She thought she could probably fit in, get to the bottom of what was happening there, but what was going on was quite different than what the FBI suspected. They had been looking for evidence of sovereign citizenry, tax evasion, fraud, human trafficking and possible domestic terrorism.
What she found, once she was inside, was a giant pot farm fronted by a fake cult. Laine could have left then, escaped, turned her information over to the task force and let them figure out how to proceed, how to best serve a warrant and get inside to make arrests without creating a small war. But there were women and children behind the fence that surrounded The Fellowship and the men in charge would fight back — they were armed to the teeth. So she stayed, getting as many of them out safely as she could before law enforcement breached the compound. The thought of whole days without plans stretching out in front of her was intimidating.
So beautiful. Devon shook her head. Laine looked at her watch. See the inside from the inside? She grinned and nodded. Eric Gentry sat at the counter in the diner having a late breakfast. Next to him was Cooper from the beach bar, doing the same. Mac pulled off his hat and took the seat beside Eric. Then she leaned over the counter and collected a kiss. He and Gina had history.
And he liked walking straight. Eric shook his head. I guess if you drove one of those you got girls and if you got girls, you wanted them sitting right next to you. Eric sipped his coffee. The owner would bring it across six states for the right work. He owns twenty cars. I think its most of his estate. He likes to do a lot of the restoration work himself and he does a great job.
He probably treats the car better than he treats his wife. Eric noticed a couple of young women walking across the street from the clinic. She was wearing a ball cap low over her forehead and fitted spandex pants, jacket, running shoes and blond hair strung through the back of her cap, noticeable when she turned to laugh at something Devon said. Eric said nothing. His eyes were busy with the new girl and when something like that happened it tended to tie up his tongue.
Eric owns the service station and body shop at the end of the street. Eric, this is my friend, Laine Carrington. As Devon and Laine headed toward the back of the diner to a booth, Eric followed them with his eyes. Then he guiltily returned his eyes to his coffee cup, grateful to note that Cooper and Mac were discussing how much money was too much to spend on a car. He salvaged them and had planned to restore and sell them, then he got attached.
It happens. There were dealers and then there were collectors. Then there were guys like him who were looking to make a few bucks and turned into collectors. He talked with his friends for a while longer, forcefully keeping his eyes from wandering to that back booth, until finally Mac stood and left the waitress a tip, making the men laugh. Cooper left a ten on the counter for his seven dollar breakfast plus tip. But Eric walked to the back booth. When he saw Laine and Devon looking at him with wide eyes, he winced. But the women laughed.
When a group of writers loses a member, a summer spent sorting through her things offers the perfect escape for the friends who loved and miss her. Sable has everything and her bestselling novels have made her a star. But she has a past she is desperate to hide. Elly is an intellectual who has hidden herself within the walls of academia, afraid to admit she is tired of being alone.
And together they realize a dream. For, in telling the story of a remarkable woman, their own stories begin to change. Originally published November in mass market paperback; June in eBook; February in mass market paperback and eBook; and October in eBook. Come back to Thunder Point! From the 1 New York Times bestselling author of the Virgin River series, book 3 in her beloved Thunder Point novels, where falling in love can be the bravest act of all. In a moment of desperation, Devon McAllister takes her daughter and flees a place where they should have been safe and secure.
Her plan is to escape to somewhere she can be invisible. Instead, an unexpected offer of assistance leads her to Thunder Point, a tiny Oregon town with a willingness to help someone in need. As the widowed father of a vulnerable young boy, Spencer Lawson knows something about needing friendship. Devon thought she wanted to hide from the world.
But in Thunder Point, you find bravery where you least expect it…and sometimes, you find a hero. Chapter One Devon walked down a tree-lined road, not really sure where she was but comfortable that she was far enough away from the family compound that it was no longer imperative that she hide when a vehicle approached.
She carried her three year old, Mercy, and a backpack stuffed with a few items of clothing and forty dollars that had been given to her by a kind stranger. She was exhausted but would not stop to rest until she reached highway Every so often she would put Mercy down and hold her hand, but that made the walking unbearably slow. When she heard a vehicle, she just kept her head down, staring at the ground. It was a truck, which drove by her, but then stopped ahead of her. It was cranberry red and old, but in mint condition.
A man got out and yelled to her. Need a ride? He was an older guy. He wore a red, white and blue ball cap and his cheeks and chin were stubbled. Though it was June, he wore a jacket. The early morning was misty, which told her she was in a valley near the Pacific. I work at a beach bar and I open for breakfast.
Been there a few years now. She put her backpack in the truck bed but held Mercy on her lap, strapping them in together. She kept her head down, her hands tucked between her knees. What if someone came poking around, asked if anyone had seen a woman named Devon? But she was almost too tired to lie. Not to mention nervous. She nodded. Her ride over the mountain had been planned, but was to be kept secret. She thought there might be a shelter or charity of some kind in one of the bigger towns on the coast. That might have a shelter? Maybe a hostel? I normally went to the VA when I needed a little assistance.
You got room for a little breakfast? Not far from the highway, neither. I could show you a map while you and the little one eat something. No charge for the map. Or the breakfast. You can hang on to those apples. They were a private bunch, but he saw they had a roadside stand near their compound where they sold produce, quilts and woven goods. That had never seemed odd to him until this morning when he found a young woman and child walking down the deserted road at dawn.
Now he wondered what that was about. Beautiful, young, smiling, soft spoken women apparently watched over by big, muscled men. The girl seemed skittish, so he played his cards close to his vest. She said nothing but um-hm. They arrived, Rawley parked out behind the bar, used his key to open the place up. Got some fruit, too.
Rawley noticed the coffee was already brewing. He looked out the window and saw a lone man on the still bay on a paddle board. That would be Cooper, getting in a little early morning exercise. Ah, a second board and paddle leaned up against the dock. Good, he thought. That would give him enough time to figure out what to do with Devon next. Because obviously something needed to be done. A woman and small child with a single backpack out walking the back roads at dawn with no money and no plan…. He wet a cloth with warm water and handed it to Debbie in case she wanted to wipe the grime of the road from her hands and she did so.
He started with food. Then he pulled two egg sandwiches out of the cooler and popped them in the microwave. Devon served her little girl, sharing the fruit plate. And then he poured himself a cup of coffee. He wandered out to the deck to think, to see where Cooper and Sarah were, to give Devon and her little girl time to get some food in their stomachs.
Hamlet, the Great Dane, was tied to the dock while Sarah joined Cooper on the bay. Rawley propped open the doors to the deck so Cooper would know he was on duty and open. A few moments later as he stood there with his cup of coffee, Cooper waved. Rawley lifted a hand back. Then he watched them glide over the calm water, chasing the fog out of the bay.
By the time he went back inside, Devon and her little girl had put away a good deal of food and that made him smile. He went back behind the bar with his coffee. She laughed a little bit. Office work, waitress work, worked in a nursing home for a while, I even worked on a farm. I cleaned, cooked, worked in child care a lot — once I was a teaching assistant in a preschool. I went to college. None of those things paid enough to keep me and Mercy.
I had a boyfriend, but he left. Just rotten timing. Bad luck. Rawley leaned on the bar. Some kind of religious group. They call themselves The Fellowship. He held up a calloused hand. The child looked like her mother. Rawley was just checking. I can help you out here. You and the little one would be safe while you figure things out. She just looked at him with those big blue eyes, her peachy lips parted.
Her daughter continued to move Frosted Flakes around in her bowl, apparently oblivious to the conversation. You need details? A lot of us wandered, just trying to forget or get the noise in our heads to stop. Like I said, I took a lot of charity. I worked some here and there, slept on the street some, helped out at the VA some. Now — I got a house and a job. You keep yours till you feel safe. She chewed her lip a little bit, thinking this over. He cleared his throat.
She remembered his name. A refuge. Bent on charity and good works. Welcome back to Thunder Point, a town in Oregon where the people look out for each other, and newcomers are welcome to make a fresh start. Book two in the bestselling series from Robyn Carr. The longtime friends have always shared the challenges and rewards of raising their adolescent daughters. And just when things are really taking off, their lives are suddenly thrown into chaos. Chapter One It was a warm, sunny afternoon in early April, a rarity on the coast for this time of year.
Spring meant rain, which resulted in wildflowers—the best in the country. Hamlet, a harlequin Great Dane, sat beside him, watching the sea, his ears perking sometimes when a person, a boat or bird caught his eye. Cooper was enjoying a heavily creamed coffee and watching Sarah Dupre out on the bay, paddle boarding. The Pacific was always cold, except maybe down San Diego way.
But Sarah was an expert; she barely got her feet wet. The way that wetsuit hugged her body—it was like art. She had incredibly strong legs, a perfect round tush, breasts about the size of his palms. She was finally coming in, just ahead of the fishing boats headed home to the marina. This life was the furthest thing Cooper had ever envisioned for himself. He had come to Thunder Point last October to look into the death of a good friend, Ben.
For lack of a better idea, he renovated, turning it into a first class beach bar, and had found himself a new home. He had officially opened the beach bar—no more bait—in late February. Now, as the proprietor, there was plenty of time to visit with folks from town, let the gentle lapping of the bay soothe him, watch his woman on her board, gently gliding across the calm water between the huge off shore boulders in the bay. Sarah leaned her board and paddle against the dock and came up the stairs.
When she reached the deck, he tossed a towel at her, and she dried her feet. Breeze gets a little chilly sometimes, but the sun is so wonderful.
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You start to crave sun around here after winter rains and winds. Her cell phone rang. I just took my board out—the bay is beautiful. I have the Razor and the dog. It was just Sarah and sixteen-year-old Landon; they were a family of two and kept pretty tight tabs on each other. I think we check in three or four times a day. I have some steaks in the freezer, potatoes in the cooler…. This was not a restaurant. And he was needed for other things—maintenance, cleaning, purchasing and delivery from big box stores like Costco that were out of town.
Therefore, personal groceries were often in short supply. If I go home to shower and change and bring a salad or a vegetable back with me, will you clean your plate? He loved her. He was frequently shaken by the intensity of his passion for her. He knew his eyes glowed and knew she interpreted him correctly. You can take my truck and your dog home later. Much later. She was not only understandably gun shy, she also had Landon, just finishing up his junior year in high school and headed for a fantastic senior year—his athletic prowess and academic performance would undoubtedly land him a scholarship.
And they needed that scholarship. Sarah did all right, but sending someone to college for four years would prove a challenge. Sarah was finished in the bathroom and on her way out the door before Landon stirred for school. She left him a note and twenty dollars for gas or lunch or incidentals. It added up to making her feel brand new and full of energy. The station was getting ready for a big inspection in the next couple of weeks, and there was plenty to do, from preparing for check rides to auditing maintenance records.
Given that Sarah, Lieutenant Commander Dupre, was second in command of the flying operation at the station, her role in this prep would not be small. It was no surprise that when she turned on her computer there was a note from her immediate boss, Buzz Bachman, asking her to come to his office ASAP. She was sure, if she knew the man at all, he had a long list of things for her to do. She made herself a cup of coffee on the way, stirring in some cream and sweetener.
He took a breath. I want as much warning as possible for my next change of assignment. An early assignment because of compelling need. She was stunned silent. Her mouth hung open slightly. She forcibly closed her mouth. It could all go another direction. Between now and notification, someone could put in for those air stations, and this could all go away. Main and south Florida. I suspect that makes you a better than prime candidate.
I thought you deserved time to think of your options. And I only have one more year of him before he goes off to college, starts a new life. She looked up and connected eyes with him. Blond, expressive brown eyebrows, strong, smart, and a set of choppers that would put Donny Osmond to shame.
All this had earned him the nickname Buzz Lightyear. Captain means more desk time than flying time and I have kids in California and Alaska. In probably a year. The only ones who came to mind were Gina or Cooper. Gina was trying to start a new life with Mac, aka Deputy Yummy Pants, and had a small house crowded with her mother and sixteen-year old-daughter.
And Cooper? But the job made up for that most of the time. Local guy, civilian. Well bring him around sometime. Happy Hour or something. She was only thirty-three. There was the little matter of paying rent, buying food, making car and insurance payments … Tuition. She stood up. I guess. Just let me know.
She often worried about how much disappointment he was holding inside to spare her. Landon was only five when their parents were killed in an accident, spent one horrifying year with their mean, spinster aunt and then had spent the last ten years as her responsibility. She could tell Cooper. He loved her; he was proud of her. She could tell that his new lifestyle not only suited him, he was very happy.
Save the pizza money. And before you even ask, no, Eve cannot spend the night. From the outside looking in, Lauren Delaney has a life to envy—a successful career, a solid marriage to a prominent surgeon and two beautiful daughters who are off to good colleges. But on her twenty-fourth wedding anniversary Lauren makes a decision that will change everything.
She defies the controlling husband who has privately mistreated her throughout their marriage and files for divorce. And as she starts her new life, she meets a kindred spirit—a man who is also struggling with the decision to end his unhappy marriage. The plot was masterminded by Moss, Patrick Leigh Fermor, and some of their other British Special Forces pals from their home base--a house in Cairo called Tara--and they enlisted the aid of Cretan revolutionaries, escaped Russian prisoners of war, undercover British wireless operators, petty thieves, and townspeople.
Many were quite colorful characters. It really is a ripping yarn. Moss Wonderful, "boys' own adventure"-style story--but true! Moss based the book on his unedited diaries with some interstitial updates and context , and he was 22 at the time. He obviously thrived on the adversity and adrenaline.
He's an extraordinarily good writer, grounded in the classics. I love the list of books he brought with him to read when they were hiding out in the mountains. And he doesn't stint when describing the difficulties and discomforts. But the sense of wartime danger is often subsumed by the sheer excitement of the undertaking and a British public schoolboy sense of derring-do. The general they initially meant to kidnap was monstrous, but he left Crete before the plot got under way. The one they kidnapped in his stead, General Kreipe seems more passive, almost hapless, than evil.
Moss certainly does describe the cruelty of the Germans in Crete.
Not all German generals were Nazi sympathizers, I suppose, but it's kind of odd. Kreipe was mostly no trouble, except for some complaining. At one point he joined Fermor in reciting Greek poetry, and he and Moss talked about literature. I would like to read Patrick Leigh Fermor's description of the kidnapping, as well.
I think some later editions of this book include Fermor's version as an afterword. He is the more famous participant, but this book indicates that Moss actually spent more time on the lam, climbing, walking, and hiding, with the General in tow. Moss wrote books about some of his other wartime exploits, and I would like to read them. May 27, Bob rated it really liked it. Summary in 3 Sentences: This is the first person account of one of the two British officers who led one of the most daring and successful allied commando operations in WWII — the kidnapping of Major General Kreipe who was in charge of the Army Division occupying Crete for Nazi Germany.
The book is primarily the diary of 1st Lt W. It is full of close calls, vivid descriptions of the Cretan partisans and villagers they worked with, and of their movement through the very rough terrain of Crete to get the kidnapped German General off the island to Cairo. My Impressions: This is a vivid first person account about a still-famous commando operation written as diary entries while it was happening by one of the key actors.
The author, Billy Moss shares his thoughts, feelings and impressions as a young British SOE officer co-leading this operation. It is beautifully written — stunningly so for a 22 year old. Moss shares his anger, frustrations and anxieties while dealing with some of the cultural barriers he faced working with his Cretan partisans, as well as the love admiration he eventually developed for them. The success of the operation depended very much on their loyalty, stalwart support, toughness and ingenuity.
Sep 15, Don rated it it was amazing. The "memoir" is more accurately the belated publication of Moss's actual day by day journal, written beautifully under the most dangerous and uncomfortable of conditions. His reading of classical literature while bored. His contemplations of philosophical questions while staring at the starry skies. How atypical of war zones appear some of his journal entries. Paddy and I spent the morning reading short stories aloud to each other -- this, because we have only one book left between the two of us.
Then Paddy recited snippets from Shakespeare in German, at which he is adept; and we talked of mythology and lore and wondered if General Kreipe would look anything like Erich von Stroheim. Minotaurs, bull-men, nymphs of Ariadne, kings of Minos, and German generals -- a splendid cocktail! The German High Command issued the following order: From now on all enemies on so-called Commando missions in Europe or Africa, challenged by German troops, even if they are to all appearances soldiers in uniform or demolition troops, whether armed or unarmed, in battle or in flight, are to be slaughtered to the last man.
As a war story, it is intriguing in that it was entirely true to fact, and that it emphasizes the great periods of non-action and boredom which characterize war. That said, this true story also lacks much in the way of conflict. In fact, I don't recall whether there was even a single gun fired during the entire book, other than being shot into the air during Easter festivities. Nonetheless, it's good old Boys' Own stuff, and that is not meant as an insult.
That may not be everyone's cup of tea, but I've always had a fondness for such things, so I'm happy with this book. May 22, Helen rated it liked it. This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers. To view it, click here. Truly enjoyed reading this book, diary actually, about the exploits of British officers along with Cretans and their guerrillas on the then-German occupied island of Crete during WWII. Their mission: to capture a German general, which they did. Hiding in caves and scrabbling over the rocky terrain, night time marches evading capture, and a beach evacuation, they were able to deliver the general to Headquarters in Cairo.
It is astonishing that this was written while hiding out in Crete and the tex Truly enjoyed reading this book, diary actually, about the exploits of British officers along with Cretans and their guerrillas on the then-German occupied island of Crete during WWII. It is astonishing that this was written while hiding out in Crete and the text not changed or edited. There are only a few notes that have been added. It is a little stitch in the fabric of the war wherein the author is still delighted by the sky at night, "the Milky Way looking like a scarf of sequins," despite all the hardships.
Oct 04, Andrea Rudge rated it really liked it. It's very detailed but not in an off-putting way and told with humour and pathos. It's a real tale of derring-do which doesn't lose sight of the fact that the German reprisals against the Cretans were brutal and indiscriminate.
It also shows an understanding of the feelings of the captured General. The tale is taken from the contemporary diary of Moss but is interspersed with reports written after the ev I thoroughly enjoyed this account of the abduction of General Kreipe from Crete during WWII. The tale is taken from the contemporary diary of Moss but is interspersed with reports written after the event to explain or give more context to events, by two others.
All in all, a gripping and informative read. Jul 27, Benjamin rated it it was amazing Shelves: in-my-house , history , military. Thrilling wartime story of a commando operation in Crete. The clearly told narrative avoids getting bogged down in too many details while still allowing the reader a notion of the spirit of the men on the ground, if perhaps idealized and more reserved in hindsight. My only complaint would be that I feel a new edition could use an expanded afterword to provide more strategic context for the operation and its consequences as well as information on the fates of the various persons we meet during th Thrilling wartime story of a commando operation in Crete.
My only complaint would be that I feel a new edition could use an expanded afterword to provide more strategic context for the operation and its consequences as well as information on the fates of the various persons we meet during the book. May 17, Rochelle Bradley rated it really liked it.
I love reading books written as a diary hearing what people do on a day to day basis. It must have been very scary for the soldiers going through with this idea, organising it and taking great risks. They could have been caught by the Germans so many times. Oct 19, Stuart Hill rated it really liked it. Written from the diary kept by W. Stanley Moss while carrying out this covert operation; this short novel furnishes the reader with a detailed account of a dangerous and difficult mission on the bucolic and rugged island of Crete in the s. Jan 06, Len Northfield rated it liked it Shelves: reads.
A tremendously good wheeze, and so very British! Aug 11, Dayna Keiser rated it really liked it. Very well written personal diary of yet another WWII hero. So many unknown operations took place during that war. It is amazing to read about them. An interesting study of a by gone culture as well. Aug 18, Brian rated it it was amazing.
Thoroughly good read, and a fascinating event. An excellent afterword by Patrick Fermor gives details of how the mission came about. Very entertaining. Very entertaining read. I was first introduced to this story by author Christopher Mcdougall, in Natural Born Heroes - a great read. The story was so intriguing, that I really wanted to learn more.
Then about a year later, a close friend recommended this book as the follow on to Natural Born Hero — I was not disappointed. As a former military guy, I was impressed with the audacity, planning, GRIT and overall toughness of the operators. Combined with Natural Born Heroes, I was aware of the lack of selection and training o I was first introduced to this story by author Christopher Mcdougall, in Natural Born Heroes - a great read.
Combined with Natural Born Heroes, I was aware of the lack of selection and training of the operatives in the story, yet humbled by the impressive results. This book was more of a first hand account of the narrative — the story or capturing the German General; Natural Born Heroes used the story as the backdrop to discuss topics such as fitness, hydration, nutrition, Parkour, etc. I would strongly recommend a combination of books, beginning with Natural Born Heroes. Sep 18, Marvin Goodman rated it liked it. My voracious reader friend Tom turns me on to a lot of good books.
He is generous enough to take my glacial reading pace and limited intelligence into account in marked contrast to his own and has a nearly infallible ability to predict what I'll be interested in. As big a fan as I am of British soldier tales, this was a pretty safe recommendation, and I thoroughly enjoyed reading it, as will you, if cut from the same cloth. The narrative is interesting, historically relevant and refreshingly u My voracious reader friend Tom turns me on to a lot of good books. The narrative is interesting, historically relevant and refreshingly unique given the interesting theater occupied Crete and the relative paucity of similar tales, given the comparatively small number of soldiers operating in the way that our hero, W.
Stanley Moss and his band of compatriots did. So there you have it. As an intriguing and realistic tale of WWII commando hijinks, engagingly told by an intelligent narrator who doesn't take himself too seriously, this is a fine book, and I recommend it to readers like me. That said, I can't just abandon being a critic if I'm writing a review, right? I ask myself, "would someone who wasn't such a fan of the genre as I am, enjoy this book?
It's a diary, after all, and Moss was busy soldiering when he scrawled it under conditions considerably less ideal than those under which I'm typing my haughty review. It seems fair, then, to compare this to similar works like the John Masters book "Bengals and a Lance" which I read a couple of years ago of the genre.
Moss offered a very few tantalizing descriptive passages which whet my appetite for more MUCH more , to help me picture the island of Crete at that time, and to help me escape into that time and place with him, but there wasn't enough. The other characters? Yes, good descriptions of those were helpful I'll take a giant leap here and suggest that Moss is much more of an extrovert than I am and that other writers I've enjoyed have been so it was natural for him to spend much more time describing the people around him, than the place itself.
If he sought human interaction to a high degree, that would give him less time to study and dwell on his surroundings. It might not even occur to him that people would be particularly interested in hearing about those, as opposed to the interesting people met along the way. I was also disappointed in the amount of tension I felt throughout.
Perhaps Moss was unable or unwilling to unzip his British stiff upper lip enough to portray this as the tense, nerve-wracking expedition that it was, or perhaps it just didn't occur to him that that's what later readers would want in it. A screen writer almost certainly would have worked hard to add a lot more tension. When not dodging Nazi patrols or Cretan Communists, Moss kept a dangerously accurate, remarkably literate journal describing in detail the English special ops agents, the partisans they enlisted, and the plan they executed.