Friday, May 25, 2018

First Paragraph

There were no stars that night on the bush airstrip, nor any moon; just the West African darkness wrapping round the scattered groups like warm, wet velvet. The cloud cover was lying hardly off the tops of the iroko trees and the waiting men prayed it would stay a while longer to shield them from the bombers.

- From The Dogs of War by Frederick Forsyth


Steve Layman said...

Many years ago, this was my first experience with Forsyth. I loved it. S

Michael Wade said...


"The Day of the Jackal" was my first Forsyth book.

I recently finished his memoirs, "The Outsider." [It's fascinating.]

There is quite a bit in it about "The Dogs of War." I just picked up "Dogs" today. Am looking forward to reading it.