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After five years of battling the Posleen invaders, human civilization is down to this: A handful of valleys in the Rocky Mountains, the Appalachians, Fargo, North Dakota and the Cumberland Basin. Only in the Cumberland Basin and the Ohio Valley do humans retain culture, philosophy, and learning. Only in the Appalachians and the Rockies do the humans hold onto their shattered defenses. Only there do they create larger and larger engines of war to oppose the hated Posleen. Only there do they have hope. As they wait for the return of their forces. As they pray for survival. After five years of battling the Humans, the Posleen are tired and angry. Humans don't fight fair. They hide and burrow like the pestiferous abat. They strike from above with their hated artillery and from behind with their long range reconnaissance. After five years of hammering their crocodilian heads, even the Posleen are ready for a change. And the name for that change is Tulostenaloor. He was beaten in Aradan V. But he has learned. And this is his day. Now is the time: Two opponents of old squaring off in the battle that will define the course of the galaxy for the next millennia. Two commanders, one mission: Take and hold Rabun Gap at all costs. And when Major Michael O'Neal, commander of the 1st Battalion 555th Mobile Infantry, squares off against Tulostenaloor, Clan-Lord of the Sten, the only winner is Satan himself. Two commanders, one dance. It is time to dance with the devil.… (más)
Yet more of the same, only bloodier and larger-scale. Also, apparently Americans are the only people with either defensible terrain or any military competence whatsoever. (To be fair, a nod is given to Iran and its famously easy-to-defend uplands.) ( )
The humans are still getting their arse kicked, and it seems like the Posleen might be learning something approximating reasonable tactics. If this book was just that, then it would be a disappointing addition to the series (A Hymn Before Battle and Gust Front come before this book). However, there is also some interesting science fiction happening here. It seems there is some sort of conspiracy to control the humans, and there is certainly some dodgy human experimentation going on. Overall, a good book apart from the cliff hanger at the end -- I would be annoyed if I couldn't just pick up the next book straight away.
If you like RIngo's gung-ho, army only militry sci-fi style, you'll like this one. This is sort of the conclusion of the series, though it is clearly left open for more books. The people of Earth are barely holding out against the Posleen invaders. Mike O'Neal and his powered suit troopers are still the worlds hope, while they wait for the navy to arrive. ( )
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Dedicated to:
Thomas Burnett, 38, father of three,
and all the other warriors of flight 93.
They died that others might live. -- Call me not false, beloved,
If, from your scarce-known breast
So little time removed,
In other arms I rest.
For this more ancient bride,
Whom coldly I embrace,
Was constant at my side
Before I saw thy face.
Live, then, whom Life shall cure,
Almost, of Memory,
And leave us to endure
Its immortality.
—Rudyard Kipling
"The Bridegroom"
Epitaphs of the War
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The night sky over the ruins of Clayton, Georgia, was rent by fire as a brigade's worth of artillery filled the air with shrapnel.
Citas
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It wasn't dying so much that worried him, but it really ticked him off that his ex would get the check. "I gotta find a better beneficiary," he muttered, taking a bead on the next Posleen in the line.
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"But what the hell; that's why they pay us the big bucks. Board ships."
After five years of battling the Posleen invaders, human civilization is down to this: A handful of valleys in the Rocky Mountains, the Appalachians, Fargo, North Dakota and the Cumberland Basin. Only in the Cumberland Basin and the Ohio Valley do humans retain culture, philosophy, and learning. Only in the Appalachians and the Rockies do the humans hold onto their shattered defenses. Only there do they create larger and larger engines of war to oppose the hated Posleen. Only there do they have hope. As they wait for the return of their forces. As they pray for survival. After five years of battling the Humans, the Posleen are tired and angry. Humans don't fight fair. They hide and burrow like the pestiferous abat. They strike from above with their hated artillery and from behind with their long range reconnaissance. After five years of hammering their crocodilian heads, even the Posleen are ready for a change. And the name for that change is Tulostenaloor. He was beaten in Aradan V. But he has learned. And this is his day. Now is the time: Two opponents of old squaring off in the battle that will define the course of the galaxy for the next millennia. Two commanders, one mission: Take and hold Rabun Gap at all costs. And when Major Michael O'Neal, commander of the 1st Battalion 555th Mobile Infantry, squares off against Tulostenaloor, Clan-Lord of the Sten, the only winner is Satan himself. Two commanders, one dance. It is time to dance with the devil.
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