The verdict is in – it’s just okee-dokee to wear medals you didn’t earn. Okee-dokee to wear a uniform you never served in. Okee-dokee to pawn yourself off as someone you aren’t.
Over the years spent with Nic, Cruz, Rick, DQ, Clancy, Cowboy and Gabe, I have yearned to be able to help my USAF Rescue heroes in some way.
There are so many good charities that help our military. But only That Others May Live is dedicated to helping those in the USAF Rescue community.
It’s a perfect fit.
For an author, it’s pretty danged cool to hold new books in your hand, to know that folks will be falling in love with these people that you know so well. Nic and Julie, Rick and Lily, Gabe and Claire – and, of course, Cruz.
Jason was 26 years old, an Air Force PJ.
The battle is called Roberts Ridge, named for Neil Roberts, a SEAL who had earlier been thrown from a helicopter that was downed by enemy fire. Roberts was stranded on Takur Ghar, a 10K foot mountain in Afghanistan.
Today, we’re going to talk about crashing helicopters.
Yesterday, I pointed you to the blog post about my technical advisor and friend Bill Leroy. If you read that post, you know that Bill was instrumental (get it – instrumental) in helping me write the scene in which our Colonel crashes his Black Hawk.
I’ve already introduced both PJs in general here, and my PJs here. I’ve told you about my extraordinary technical advisor here. So I won’t repeat those now.
When I first was looking for a hook for a romance series, I knew I wanted to do military romance. It seemed like there were many romance writers featuring Navy Seals. And I considered that for a while. But I’m just a bit too rebellious, I guess. I wanted something different.
This is the true story of how I found my AMAZING, FABULOUS and EVER GREAT Technical Advisor: The Great and Powerful Bill Leroy.
When I first started writing the True Heroes military romance series, I wanted to make sure I got things right. My heroes were PJs – the Air Force elite special forces.
Pararescuemen.