and "Nick Ryan knows his craft, and his topic. His World War 3 stories are tightly-written, fast-moving, with great characters. and "- LARRY BONDCo-author of Tom Clancy's 'Red Storm Rising' and New York Times bestselling author of 'Red Phoenix'Russian High Command has a plan to smash NATOs forces arrayed along the Poland-Lithuania border with an assault that would punch a hole in the Allied lines and overrun the NATO perimeter along a ten-mile wide front.A triumph would turn the momentum of the war in Europe back in Russia's favour.Standing in the way of the Russian advance is an isolated American outpost, manned by a Platoon of veteran soldiers and a rookie Lieutenant. 'Fort Suicide' is right on the frontlines isolated from support, and is directly in the path of the imminent Russian advance.The rookie Lieutenant commanding 'Fort Suicide' must fight for the respect of his men, battle superior officers who don't believe him... and wage war against the entire Russian Army if his men are to survive one of the war's most epic and savage engagements.From the book...The first Russian infantry began to advance, moving up the incline of the muddy slope in short bounds. They went in a loose mass of bodies; running, kneeling to fire, then running again. One of the Russian soldiers knelt and aimed into the drifting smoke, putting a bullet within three inches of Ponting's face. He ducked down behind the sandbags and glanced at his watch, then to Sergeant Harley."Get back to the main trench. We've got two A-10s inbound, ETA now thirty-five seconds."Harley grunted. "I hope this works, Lieutenant," he scrambled to the edge of the trench and prepared himself for the short dangerous dash across a no-man's land peppered with hot lead."As soon as the two A-10s clear the area, we give the Russians everything we've got," Ponting gave final instructions and then his voice turned reckless. "And if it doesn't work - I'll see you in Hell, Sergeant Harley."The veteran Sergeant hesitated, then turned back, a wicked smile spreading across his mud-spattered face. "I'll be waiting at the gates for you, Lieutenant Ponting."