- NOVEL -
THE PUBLISHERS exposes the intimate secrets of the men and women who sell Women's Life, a fictional women's magazine, to advertisers and readers.
The magazine was founded by Dean Horvath who wrangled horses as a boy, fought Nazis as an army officer with the OSS and launched Women's Life as an entrepreneur.
THE PUBLISHERS reveals the conflicts between the magazines ambitious executives, their wives and their mistresses. Power-hungry and often, lascivious executives battle each other for higher, more powerful positions in the company, restricted by few, if any rules.
The magazine was founded by Dean Horvath who wrangled horses as a boy, fought Nazis as an army officer with the OSS and launched Women's Life as an entrepreneur.
THE PUBLISHERS reveals the conflicts between the magazines ambitious executives, their wives and their mistresses. Power-hungry and often, lascivious executives battle each other for higher, more powerful positions in the company, restricted by few, if any rules.
- MEMOIR -
June 1952. Within a few days of arriving in Korea with thousands of other "replacements" I was assigned to the 25th Infantry Division and then to one of their units, the 21st AAA AW Battalion which had "Quad-Fifty" half-tracks with five man crews. Their .50 caliber machine guns were supporting the infantry on the front lines. Within days, I was driven to the "Punchbowl," my first "Combat Zone." Just before sunset, the North Koreans hit us with mortar. It was July 4th 1952.
A week later, my unit moved into the Mungdong-ni Valley, where we were shelled nearly every day with heavy artillery. There were very few casualties but a buddy was killed while inside the mess bunker, a good indicator that our lives were in real danger in that sector.
Incoming rounds were my major concern but I also had to cope with the macho, bully Sergeant of our five man "Quad-Fifty" half-track crew who disliked married men and draftees, regarding them as cowards who "played it safe." Since I fell into both categories, he needled me every chance he could. Nearly every day, U.S. planes attacked the NKPA fortifications situated on high ground north of us, arriving over the target in formation and then diving to release napalm or bombs. Whenever one plane pulled-up at a higher altitude than the others, the Sergeant said sarcastically, "That pilot must be a married man."
After putting-up with his BS for several weeks, it finally ended one day when he and I, alone on a hill top, quickly took cover in a small foxhole, as enemy shells exploded around us. The North Korean gunners were "zeroing-in" on our "hex" tent and time was not on our side. The sounds of their artillery rounds were deafening as they exploded nearby, shaking the earth beneath us.
Read my book to learn how this fateful incident got the Sergeant off my back and gave me a newly-found self-confidence, which helped me carry-out dangerous front-line assignments in the coming months. In other chapters I describe my experiences in Kumhwa, the Chorwon Valley, and Hill 229 after I volunteered to set-up an OP on the MLR. I think you will find it interesting.
All versions of this book has color photos and illustrations.
A week later, my unit moved into the Mungdong-ni Valley, where we were shelled nearly every day with heavy artillery. There were very few casualties but a buddy was killed while inside the mess bunker, a good indicator that our lives were in real danger in that sector.
Incoming rounds were my major concern but I also had to cope with the macho, bully Sergeant of our five man "Quad-Fifty" half-track crew who disliked married men and draftees, regarding them as cowards who "played it safe." Since I fell into both categories, he needled me every chance he could. Nearly every day, U.S. planes attacked the NKPA fortifications situated on high ground north of us, arriving over the target in formation and then diving to release napalm or bombs. Whenever one plane pulled-up at a higher altitude than the others, the Sergeant said sarcastically, "That pilot must be a married man."
After putting-up with his BS for several weeks, it finally ended one day when he and I, alone on a hill top, quickly took cover in a small foxhole, as enemy shells exploded around us. The North Korean gunners were "zeroing-in" on our "hex" tent and time was not on our side. The sounds of their artillery rounds were deafening as they exploded nearby, shaking the earth beneath us.
Read my book to learn how this fateful incident got the Sergeant off my back and gave me a newly-found self-confidence, which helped me carry-out dangerous front-line assignments in the coming months. In other chapters I describe my experiences in Kumhwa, the Chorwon Valley, and Hill 229 after I volunteered to set-up an OP on the MLR. I think you will find it interesting.
All versions of this book has color photos and illustrations.