Summary of Andrew J. Balaam's Bush War Operator
Distill Books
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Éditeur:
Distill Books
Distill Books
Protection:
Format ouvert - aucune protection
Format ouvert - aucune protection
Année de parution:
2022
2022
ISBN-13:
9798350042979
Description:
Please note: This audiobook has been created using AI Voice.
Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 The heat in the Rhodesian desert was intense. It was not long before all the feeling in your arms was lost as the straps bit deep into your shoulder muscles, cutting off the blood supply.
#2 The patrol leader and several other sergeants were hunched over the map, trying to find water. It was getting dark, and we were making one last attempt to find water before it got too dark to continue.
#3 We were lost in the hottest, driest country in Rhodesia. We had no water, no radio communication with headquarters, and we had no idea where we were. We had arrived at the trees en masse, like a bunch of drunks, hope written over our blistered faces.
#4 I had lost all sense of time and feeling. I was just an animal trying to survive. I was in fact a lot better off than many of my comrades, who had lapsed into a semi-coma.
Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 The heat in the Rhodesian desert was intense. It was not long before all the feeling in your arms was lost as the straps bit deep into your shoulder muscles, cutting off the blood supply.
#2 The patrol leader and several other sergeants were hunched over the map, trying to find water. It was getting dark, and we were making one last attempt to find water before it got too dark to continue.
#3 We were lost in the hottest, driest country in Rhodesia. We had no water, no radio communication with headquarters, and we had no idea where we were. We had arrived at the trees en masse, like a bunch of drunks, hope written over our blistered faces.
#4 I had lost all sense of time and feeling. I was just an animal trying to survive. I was in fact a lot better off than many of my comrades, who had lapsed into a semi-coma.