Blog Tour – The Other Vietnam War

nam banner.pngMarc Cullison’s compelling book about his experiences as a helicopter pilot in Vietnam is now at #264 in it’s genre for Kindle downloads. Download your copy today and see why so many people are downloading and responding to this soldiers unique approach to telling his story, it has already received fifty reviews!

To participate in this blog tour, hosted by Sage’s Blog Tours, visit the following blogs and see what they post.

July 17th Review Tales ~ BOOK SPOTLIGHT
July 18th Breathe, Love, Create & Display ~ GUEST POST
July 19th Mythical Books ~ BOOK SPOTLIGHT
July 20th Rosepoint Publishing ~ REVIEW
July 22nd Celtic Lady’s Book Reviews ~ AUTHOR INTERVIEW
July 23rd Reecaspieces ~ REVIEW

If you have read this book read the reviews and let the blogger know your thoughts. If you have read this book and haven’t left a review for it yet….what are you waiting for? Go directly to the bottom of this page (do not pass GO), there you will find a link that will take you directly to Amazon’s review page….leave a few words, it means more than you can imagine to the author.

If you have not yet read this compelling story, here’s a sneak preview for you!

SNEAK PREVIEW…

THE MISSION RIDE

It was the mortar round that exploded just behind us that shattered my concentration. If I had drunk any more coffee before we left LAH, I would have pissed my pants. My stomach tied itself into a knot and I think my asshole did too. I checked my chicken plate, that protective slab of whatever it was that covered my torso. I had never worn one before. I wanted to know that the heavy hunk of armor was still resting in my lap protecting my chest. It was held in place with two Velcro straps that wrapped around my body. I had already sweated out what beer I had downed the night before and now I was working on the coffee. My Nomex flight suit, as thin as the fireproof material was, still felt like the inside of an oven. The chicken plate just added more insulation and turned up the heat. Somehow, I didn’t mind just then.

For nearly a week I had been assigned to Suds, the units IP (instructor pilot.) He showed me the layout of the AO (area of operations) and drilled me in safety procedures. We would go to an abandoned airstrip in secure territory and practice autorotations, much like I did in flight school. He would roll back the throttle, simulating an engine failure, and in the few seconds before we hit the ground, I would have to bottom the collective, reduce airspeed, find a safe landing area, and aim for it. At about fifty feet from the ground, I’d flare the aircraft nose high to bleed off forward airspeed. Then of course, it would begin settling and just before the ship hit the ground, I’d shove the cyclic forward and pull more pitch to cushion the landing. I got pretty good at it after the fifth time.

This is one of the most important safety procedures a helicopter pilot must know. Without power, as my instructor in flight school used to say, “The Huey has the glide path of a streamlined crowbar.” You can fly only a short distance, and you have one shot at setting the bird down. If you’re lucky, you’ll walk away from it.

We also practiced tail-rotor failures. Suds would keep his feet locked on the foot pedals and I would have to make a safe landing. Since I had no pedals to counteract the yaw of the bird when I reduced collective, the idea was to reduce throttle and keep forward motion during landing so the tail of the aircraft would maintain alignment with the direction of motion. So about three feet above the runway, I had to control the direction of the bird with the throttle while flying it onto the runway and letting it slide to a stop, just like landing an airplane. You just hoped the skids didn’t catch on an obstruction on the runway. Then you’d be trying to figure out how the aircraft turned over. I got pretty good at tail rotor failures, too.

The hydraulic failure, though, was a bitch. Without the assistance of hydraulics on the flight controls, flying a Huey is like wrestling a grizzly bear. I’ve never actually done that, but I’m pretty sure I know what it would be like after flying a Huey without hydraulics. I should have done some weight lifting before shipping over.

While all of this was going on in between the rains, I got my orientation about RPGs (rocket propelled grenades), which would make mincemeat out of a Huey, and the radar controlled .51 caliber guns that Charlie kept hidden around the area. You could monitor their frequency on the radio and listen for the squeal. The first one detected you. The second one tracked your path. The third one was followed by a stream of bullets. The whole process took just a few seconds. Then there were the 122 mm rockets. You didn’t ever want to be in the path of one of those babies.

A week of that shit wore me out and bored me to death. I imagine Suds got his fill of entertainment from all of my screw-ups. I was no longer in flight school trying to satisfy the instructor. I was in Nam and this was getting ready for the real deal, whatever that was going to be. Not once did Suds yell at me or chew my ass. I don’t know if that’s because I was good enough that he didn’t see the need, or he was just a nice guy. I did find out later that Suds was, in fact, a nice guy. That didn’t make me feel real good about my performance. Or my confidence, for that matter.

After he’d had his fun with me, I got word the next morning that I was to report to operations with flight gear. I walked in and looked at the assignment board, a large Plexiglas sheet behind the operations desk that listed aircraft numbers, pilots, crews, times, and missions. I wasn’t on it. I looked at Captain Latham, the Operations Officer, his fatigue shirt already soaked with sweat around his armpits and back this early in the morning.

“They told me I was supposed to be here,” I said.

He glanced at me. “Hang tight. Maybe something will happen.”

Lieutenant McNally stuck his head in. “Latham, put Cullison with Suds.”

Then he looked at me. “Oh, Cullison. Hey, first mission ride today. You ready?”

I looked at him, his buck teeth hanging over his lower lip and those wild eyes like some cartoon character trying to pull an answer out of me.

“Hell yes,” I said. I thought I saw a glimmer of doubt in those big eyes, not that I could really tell. Most of the time his eyes looked the same, big and wild. I’ll bet if the little bastard cried you wouldn’t know it, except for the tears, if he had enough compassion in that egocentric little body of his to produce them.

After a week of hanging around and flying circles in the sky and practicing not crashing a UH-1H, I was ready for something. Everybody looked at me, the FNG (fucking new guy), wondering if I could cut it. That made me wonder if I actually could. It was time to test my mettle. I just hoped I didn’t screw everything up.

That’s what it was all about, right then. Screwing up, or worrying about when you would. I faced a lot of challenges in flight school, but this was no longer a practice session. Actual combat. Real, live bullets. I had always wondered what it would be like. To get set for battle, I mean. It wasn’t like I was going to go charging into enemy lines or anything like that. I was going to be flying a helicopter in an enemy fire zone, or at least I would be the peter pilot. I would still be up front behind all of that Plexiglas and thin sheet metal. Not much protection, except for the armor plates around the seat. The knot in my stomach got tighter and the thought of real bullets just got more real. You think about this stuff, but not really. Not in the sense that you actually think about it. It’s just there in the back of our mind giving you doubts about your worth as a pilot while you wonder what it’s like to be dead. And if you really are worth a shit as a pilot.

Reviews:

I found this memoir to be an engaging read that does an excellent job in describing the physical reality of the Vietnam War as seen from the pilot’s seat of a Huey. In equal measure it also relates the mental machinations of a young Army officer who finds himself plopped down in a very foreign land and culture that is in the middle of a war he scarcely understands. It goes on to describe the lingering impact of the experience on his worldview after his return home. The authentic style of Cullison’s writing, and its focus on the deployed soldiers and their day to day missions, captures with great realism the cynicism, sarcasm, humor, and courage that enabled these men to accomplish their jobs day in and day out even in the face of bureaucratic stupidities, the occasional incompetent leader, and a determined lethal enemy.
All I can say is “thank you” for writing this book – so sad that it’s not available in hard copy, so I could give it as a gift. Marc Cullison’s ability to share his deepest thoughts and feelings, as well as addressing the still unanswered, hard questions that surround the nightmare that was Vietnam, remind me of a very young Warrant Officer who shared those gifts for self awareness, introspection and courage. Sadly, that young Warrant Officer was one of the “1 in 18” who didn’t come home. Mr. Cullison has captured the story of every brave, young, idealistic American boy who quickly grew to manhood in the brutal skies over Vietnam.
I was a slick crewchief in I Corps in 1971. Although close to my pilots as the missions allowed; I never looked beyond the ship and the flight line. When the flying was done, we crew members tended to the bird and the pilots wandered off to “Officer Country”. It was really interesting to read about the other side, so to speak. All ‘nam aviation vets should read this book.
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Marc Cullison has also written about his return to Vietnam 40 years later, once you have read “The Other Vietnam War”, make sure to pick up your copy of “Vietnam Again” and see how going back again can change everything.

Cover Art Release – Faith Lost

We are pleased to announce that the cover art for Jerry Gerold’s re-release of “Faith Lost” has been completed, take a peek at the new cover and read a preview of what this great book contains below… and, don’t forget to check back often for more news regarding this title.

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SNEAK PREVIEW…

“Where is she?”

LaSalle pointed over the ledge. Stanton looked doubtfully at him and then down. Alice’s body lay several feet below, bleeding and unmoving. He shoved LaSalle out of the way, knocking him to the ground as he hurriedly went to her.

“Alice!” he shouted. “Are you all right? Can you hear me?”

When he reached her, she was still breathing. He cradled her upper body in his arms, the sight of blood trickling from her nose and mouth sending fear and panic up his spine. He said her name again and her eyes fluttered open. Her hand moved slowly along his arm.

“Stanton,” she gasped. “It hurts.”

“Alice,” he said, his heart pounding in his head. “Alice, what happened? Did you slip?”

“No,” she whispered. “Charles…”

“Charles? Charles what?”

“He… he tried…”

“What, Alice? What?”

She attempted to respond, but instead smiled at him just as her life left her.

“No,” he said. “No, Alice, no.”

He looked up, saw Clara and LaSalle standing nearby. His gazed narrowed, focused on LaSalle.

“You rotten son of a bitch,” he growled. “I’ll kill you.”

LaSalle’s eyes widened and he turned and ran. Stanton went after him, but Clara stood in his way.

“Let him go,” she urged. “It was an accident.”

“Like hell it was.”

“No, it was. He told me. She saw a snake and screamed. She backed away and her ankle gave out, tumbling her over the edge.”

Stanton snorted. “A likely story.”

She grabbed his arm tightly. “Stanton, it’s true. I know you think he shoved her, but he didn’t. Charles would never do that.”

“She’s dead.”

“Oh, Stanton,” she said and held him close.

“That son of a bitch,” he blurted suddenly, pulling away. “He’s going to try to get away with it.”

“Stanton!” Clara cried, but he was off.

He ran as fast as he could, fueled by anger, but by the time he reached LaSalle, he was already behind the wheel and driving off. Stanton darted for his own automobile and paused. He looked back and Clara hurrying after him in her long dress and high heels. He leaned against the hood of the car, still breathing heavily.

“Stanton,” Clara called when she got closer. “Charles went to get help.”

“Like hell,” Stanton spat. “He killed her.”

“Stanton, no. He—”

“Alice told me so,” he said. “Just before she died in my arms.”

“No,” she whispered. “He couldn’t have.”

 

Looking for a Quick Read?

Who Shot The Smart Guy at the BlackboardLooking for a great quick read this weekend? We have the perfect one for you by award winning author, Michael Stephen Daigle!
 

Local reporter Derek Mainly was assigned to cover the political campaign party of the year for federal prosecutor Cassie Blondell, but soon found himself being drawn back into the morning’s front page headline – the murder of an unassuming college professor.

 
 
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Other books by Michael Stephen Daigle
The first Frank Nagler mystery. Available at Amazon, Nook, Kobo and Wal-Mart

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Imzadi Publishing Welcomes a New Author to the Family!

Jerry GeroldImzadi is pleased to announce a new member to the Imzadi Publishing family…welcome to Jerry Gerold!

For more information about this new author check out his author page and keep an eye out for more information on the re-release of his book “Faith Lost” this fall!

The instant Faith walked into his shop, Benjamin Brackett fell in love. His friend and employee Veronica thinks Faith is playing him. Meanwhile, after some century-old items show up at his shop, he starts having dreams.

The main figure in these dreams is silent film actor Stanton Orloff. Stanton reveals to Benjamin that he is in fact Benjamin in a previous life and when Faith is kidnapped, Benjamin must turn to Stanton and other past lives to help rescue her.

Join Ben as he visits 1961, 1913, 16th Century Timbuktu and 1st Century B.C. Egypt as he attempts to recover his lost Faith.

 

Independent Press Awards Announce – 2018 Distinguished Favorites

Imzadi Publishing author Michael Stephen Daigle keeps bringing home awards and accolades for The Weight of Living, the third Frank Nagler Mystery. The Weight of Living has now been listed as one of the Independent Press Awards 2018 Distinguished Favorites!

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The search to find the name and home of a barefoot young girl wearing a tank top and shorts on a cold March night leads Ironton, N.J., Detective Frank Nagler down the twisting, dark path of a family whose history has ensnared many victims, including a nun from Nagler’s youth and Calista Knox, a companion of Nagler’s best friend.

The third Frank Mystery, “The Weight of Living,” brings Nagler and his friends dangerously face to face with an evil that knows no bounds and threatens to consume anyone in its path.

It is a story with twists and turns as Nagler fights through layers of lies and half-truths and searches a sketchy past to bring the chance of healing to the damaged, and a criminal to justice.

“God has given me many tasks. This is the last.” – Sister Katherine Marie.

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The Weight of Living Awards & Accolades
  • NOTABLE 100 BOOK in the 2018 Shelf Unbound Indie Book Contest.
  • FIRST PLACE Mystery category winner – 2017 Royal Dragonfly Book Award Contest.
  • Cover art award – GOLD MEDAL, 2017 Cover Contest sponsored by authorsdb.com
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REVIEWS:
Reyna

January 5, 2018

Daigle hits his stride in this third Frank Nagler Mystery. The characters are strong and convincing, and the plot is unpredictable, with sudden twists that take even a careful reader by surprise. The setting is dark, unsettling and gritty, a northern NJ city caught up in the aftermath of decades-long political corruption and financial hardships. Detective Frank Nagler is the last honest man in this city, the white knight who defends the weak and downtrodden. Of the three books in the series, this is the one that pulls out all the stops and tells a story of such depravity and evil that there will be times when you pause your reading and you’ll want to wash your hands. But it’s in this juxtaposition of the dark and light that the exquisite tension of the story builds, the decency and strength of the Nagler character is revealed and the sordid mystery of the little girl left filthy and neglected in a dumpster unfolds. This book is recommended reading if you’re looking for an inventive plot and boldly drawn characters.
Otto Driver

May 15, 2017

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I’ve read all of the Frank Nagler mysteries, they are all page turners. The Weight of Living was an even more intense page turner. If you haven’t read any of them, I highly recommend them to you, you will be caught up in the web created by this talented author.
Dee

May 1, 2017

I greatly enjoyed the first Frank Nagler story, “Swamps of Jersey.” The writing is superb, settings so vividly portrayed as to be nearly palpable. The plot is engaging and the main character captivating. I was thrilled to learn that a second Frank Nagler story was in the works and couldn’t wait to read it. In “A Game Called Dead,” Frank Nagler is still intriguing, a man whose sense of morality drives him to soldier on despite his deep personal pain. I may have actually hit on one of the clues well before the book ended which didn’t at all detract from the reading pleasure. The story isn’t so much a “whodunit” as a “why they dun it,” and the wide-ranging effects of the crime. I was rooting for Nagler to solve it because this very private person reveals himself in the how and why of his detective work. The only question I had left when I was finished was “when’s the next Frank Nagler book coming out?” The Weight of Living didn’t disappoint. It presents a mystery that kept me guessing until the very end. The crime involves stones that many influential people would like to see unturned, stones that have kept secrets buried for generations. Despite grave opposition and at personal cost, Nagler, driven by his moral code, compassion, and commitment to help the helpless, keeps digging until his and his worthy cohorts have uncovered the truth. I sincerely hope this series continues.

‘The Weight of Living’ named a 2018 Notable 100 Book By Shelf Unbound

We couldn’t be happier for Mike Daigle or Frank Nagler….we love this series as much as everyone else does.

Michael Stephen Daigle

The third Frank Nagler Mystery, “The Weight of Living,” has been named a Notable 100 Book in the 2018 Shelf Unbound Indie Book Awards.

Thanks to Shelf Unbound, and to the Imzadi Publishing gang, Janice Grove and Anita-Dugan Moore.

Anita’s cover for “Weight” was presented a Gold Medal by authorsdb.com, an author/readers database site.

Also, a shout out to Kathleen Tate, Imzadi’s copy editor, who was so concerned about the abrupt ending of the story, when she sent back the proof, asked if I had sent her the complete manuscript.

It’s been quite an interesting few months for “The Weight of Living.”

It was also awarded FIRST PLACE  for Mysteries in the 2017 Royal Dragonfly Book Content.

Both Shelf Unbound and Royal Dragonfly are multi-media companies who produce monthly magazines sent to schools, libraries and similar outlets. They also generate reading material for use in schools, and each are deeply…

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Author Appearance – Marc Cullison

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Are you interested in the Vietnam War? Are you a Veteran who took part or perhaps you know someone who served?

Author and Vietnam Veteran, Marc Cullison will be appearing at the 1st Methodist Church in Muskogee, Oklahoma May 17th to do a reading from his book “Vietnam Again” and host a follow-up discussion. All are welcome to stop by!

“Vietnam Again” is Marc’s follow-up to “The Other Vietnam War: A Helicopter Pilot’s Life in Vietnam”; both books are available today at Amazon and Barnes & Noble

For more information about this event contact Deanna Dean 918-682-4444 or just stop by and spend some time with Marc as this former helicopter pilot talks about his travels back to Vietnam forty years later. Books will be available for purchase and Marc will be happy to sign your copy for you.

Date: Thursday, May 17th
Time: Noon
First United Methodist Church, 600 E Okmulgee St, Muskogee, OK 74403

Audiobook Now Available – The Swamps of Jersey

Imzadi publishing is pleased to announce that Michael Stephen Daigle’s, “The Swamps of Jersey” is now available in audiobook.

Download your copy today and listen as veteran voice actor Lee Alan brings life to Detective Frank Nagler and the rest of the crew in Ironton, NJ as Frank tries to discover the identity of the decapitated and dismembered body in the bog.

Listen to a preview now!

Voice actor veteran Lee Alan to read and produce audio book of ‘The Swamps of Jersey’

We are so proud to represent this author. His stories are so well crafted, well worth the accolades they earn. Stay tuned for more information and perhaps even a teaser or two from the upcoming audio book!

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In another step to place the Frank Nagler books before readers, my publisher, Imzadi Publishing of Tulsa, has engaged a voice actor to read and produce an audio  book of THE SWAMPS OF JERSEY.

The book will be read and produced by Lee Alan, a 35-year professional voice actor, artist, writer, composer, producer and published author.

According to his website, he is a Peabody Award Nominee, winner of 14 Silver Microphone Awards and a former ABC Radio and Television performer, program executive.

His site: http://www.leealancreative.com/.

The first Frank Nagler mystery. Available at Amazon, Nook, Kobo and Wal-Mart

I am honored and thrilled to have such an experienced voice actor take on our project. Welcome.

The plan is to have the piece produced by the end of April, with the general release to follow shortly thereafter, I’m guessing early May.

Watch this space and any other space I can use…

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Christmas ball

Some seasonal words from one of our award winning Imzadi Publishing authors, Michael Stephen Daigle.

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The rain-smeared lights dripped along the dark glass, the reds and greens, blues and yellows running, Annie thought, like angels’ tears; beyond, in the street a few cars huffed at the stop light and then burst away, swallowed by the darkness.

Annie shook her head and shifted the small Christmas tree to the center of the window display and settled the wrapped boxes at the base. Tomorrow the shelter families would come for their annual party.

It always broke her heart to see the little ones. They would smile when they pulled off the wrapping to find a small bear or doll, a little train set, but the sadness would never really leave their eyes, she knew.

They would stroke the arms of their new coat, wiggle their fingers in new gloves and hold out their legs stiffly to admire a new pair of boots.

But Annie knew they would…

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