: Frederick Roark
: America's Lost Nuke The Story of a 1945 Third Fat Man a-Bomb Stolen from the Army Air Corp And then Lost by the French
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: 9781543956740
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: Historische Romane und Erzählungen
: English
: 300
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I have written a 93,000-word manuscript that has two principle characters and both are historically accurate people. I have taken some liberties in their individual experiences but only for the sake of the story. It is a story I have shared only with my family because of certain restrictions that no longer apply. It is an historical fiction piece of work that will generate an eye-opening experience for the reader. My editor feels it is a story that must be told. It exposes the lies told to us by our four Presidents: Truman, Eisenhower, Kennedy and Johnson. For those who grieved over family lost in Vietnam it gives closure. This story is filled with real life experiences of two brave warriors dedicated to solving a decades old mystery. Both suffered wounds and both continued the quest. There is comedy, romance and tragedy found between the covers. The two warriors display wisdom, compassion, strength, humility and loyalty. They accept what is freely given but never ask for what should be given freely. They reach for lofty goals and share the struggle for success. One character is a black man born in Columbus, Georgia in 1895. He was tired of the racial persecution and at sixteen he left America for France. The man worked his way there by engaging in very unique occupations. He makes it to France and joins his adopted counties military when world war one breaks out. His several near-death experiences as an infantry-man are culminated with his becoming an aviator and an ace fighter pilot. After the war, he becomes a successful night club owner. When the second world war breaks out he becomes a spy for the allied army. At the end of the war he is asked to help France become a nuclear power. He and a second pilot fly to the island of Tinian. Using guile and deception they abscond with the unused A-Bomb developed by the Manhattan Project. In the process of returning it to France, it is stolen during a fueling stopover in Vietnam. The pilot is then given the responsi

THE FIRST AFRICAN-AMERICAN FIGHTERPILOT

The Stowaway

“Klaus come over here. Klaus was a short, rotund and very serious ships cook. He took pride in both the quality of his presentations and the timeliness of his meals. He always had snacks available for the crew. He took pride in the organization of his ships galley as well as the cleanliness. Klaus could throw a chopping knife thirty-feet to hit his target dead center. This was a skill the ships company knew well and kept them from taking what Klaus had not offered. He had been a ship’s cook for over fifteen years and left his family ten months each year in Germany to dothat.

Look there between the potatoes and sacks of flower. I think we have a stowaway.

What is your name boyyo,” Bradenasked?

“My name is Eugene Bullardsir.”

“How old are you Mr.Bullard?”

“I turned 16 a week agosir.”

Braden quizzed Eugene as though Braden was a first officer. Braden was a cook’s helper first class and had only been sailing aboard ships for two years. He was carried as an ordinary seaman on the books but Klaus needed a cook’s helper so Braden was assigned toKlaus.

“What do you think Klaus, is he big enough to keep or should we throw himback?”

“Herr Captain, will have to decide that Braden, because you my mick friend are too addled, and we Germans are tooserious.”

The three of them left the galley stores and took the young Mr. Bullard to theCaptain.

“Captain Rogers sir,” Klaus said, “we found this young man stowed away in the galleystores.”

“You did, did you?” the Captain roared. The Captain was very hard of hearing and the crew knew just how loud to speak to the Captain. But, when the Captain spoke in his deep gravelly voice the windows vibrated and everyone took close notice. The captain was actually born on board a ship and proudly lets everyone know how it comes that he has the sea in his blood. He was a hard man to please and evoked harsh discipline for those who gave less than what he expected. He was slow to acknowledge a good job or even exceptional work. The Captain prided himself for being able to perform any job on the ship including cook if he hadto.

“Look here boy, recess is over. You eat on this ship you work on this ship. Do you understand,” the Captaingrowled?

“Yes sir,” Eugene responded without any noticeable fear or apprehension. “I am assigning you to Cookie here. You are dismissed gentlemen! Wait a minute, Braden, take him to Mr. Hodges to get his ships company paperwork filled out then return him toCookie.”

Braden escorted the boy to Mr. Hodges state room andoffice.

Braden called out, “Mr. Hodges sir,” and a more gentle invitation came fromwithin,

“Yes, comein.”

Braden spoke, “Sir, we found this stow-a-way and the Captain said to bring him to you to fill out the ships company paper work. Sir, the Captain said he will be assigned to Cookie and me as a messassistant.”

“OK Braden, I’ll get his paperwork done and I’ll send him back to thegalley.”

Mr. Hodges was the ships first officer, ships navigator, quarter master, and medical officer. He was a very senior citizen and had been sailing the world’s seas since he was nineteen. His white hair gave him a very distinguished look. His soft tone emphasized his compassionate personality. His wrinkled face, deformed ears and gnarled hands gave evidence to the hard life he hasled.

“Ok young man, let’s take care of some paperwork,” Mr. Hodges said. “I need your full name, date a