Silver Wings, Iron Cross by Tom Young
English | 2020 | Mystery & Thriller | ePUB | 3.6 MB
From air combat veteran Tom Young comes the explosive saga of two enemy combatants – an American pilot and German U-boat officer – united by fate in an epic fight for survival . . .
World War II Lieutenant Karl Hagan earned his wings the hard way.
But when his plane is shot down behind enemy lines, he’s forced to make the hardest decision of his life : trusting the enemy.
Oberleutnant Wilhelm Albrecht wore his Iron Cross with pride.
But when his U-boat is attacked in a devastating air raid, he abandons ship and finds an unlikely ally – the pilot who bombed him.
From the smoke-filled skies over Europe to the fire-blasted waters of a Nazi naval base to the battle-scarred German countryside, the American and the German must form an uneasy truce if they hope to survive.
It is November of 1944.
The tides of war have turned.
Allies have taken back France, and German troops have retreated.
But for Karl and Wilhelm, the war is far from over.
Both must be prepared to lie for the other, fight for the other, or die with the other.
But their short-lived alliance won’t truly be put to the test until they reach the end of the line – inside a POW camp . . .
Thrillingly tense, blisteringly authentic, and emotionally powerful, Silver Wings, Iron Cross is an unforgettable novel of World War II that’s sure to become a classic in the field.
Oberleutnant Wilhelm Albrecht balanced himself by pure instinct as the German submarine U-351 pitched and rolled on the surface of a choppy sea. The boat’s diesels turned twin screws that propelled the sixty-seven-meter boat at fourteen knots. Sissing froth spilled over the hull. Spray flecked Wilhelm’s beard as he stood on the bridge: Shaving was not permitted on U-boats because it wasted fresh water. The Milky Way sparkled overhead in silver glory. Warrant Officer Heidrich stood next to Wilhelm, bracing himself against the swells. “A fine night for hunting, sir,” Heidrich remarked. Wilhelm, the twenty-five-year-old executive officer and second in command of this Type VII Kriegsmarine U-boat, grunted in response. The fine nights for hunting were more than two years past, a period U-boat men called “The Happy Time.” In 1942 alone, German subs, then the terror of merchantmen, had sent more than a thousand Allied ships to the bottom. The U-351 had done her share. From a distance, a convoy would appear as insects dotting the surface of a pond. Closer, the funnels and mastheads would materialize in the periscope, plump targets with holds full of ammunition, trucks, fuel, and food. This was a war of machines, of entire economies. Victory or disaster might depend on whether U.S. supplies and parts wound up in Churchill’s ports or on the ocean floor. The skipper would select a victim, maybe even two or three. Wilhelm would calculate target values, adjust speed and course, order tubes opened, and fire. The torpedoes would launch with a hiss of compressed air, the submarine shuddering with each shot. Tense seconds followed for the U-boat crew, short heartbeats, shallow breaths. Then the ocean would erupt in fire. Billowing flames, towering smoke. Flares and star shells arcing into the sky as stricken vessels signaled for help. The U-boat would make a crash dive as destroyer escorts came seeking vengeance. A quick escape, then on to more hunting. Happy times, indeed, but now those days seemed from another life. The next time Heidrich spoke, it was not idle chatter about the weather: “Shadow bearing two-one-zero.”