Cover Reveal and an Excerpt from the newly published WW2 novel by Allan Hudson.
I live in Dieppe, New Brunswick, Canada, with my wife Gloria. I
began writing in my mid 50s with no intention of stopping. Happily retired, I spend most mornings working on my stories and publishing the Scribbler. The rest of
my days are spent with book related projects, time with family and other
important issues, such as napping and taking life easy.
Title: Code Name: Iron Feather 1942
Synopsis: Camp Debert is an army base being built
next door to Royal Canadian Air Force Base in Debert, Nova Scotia on the east
coast of Canada in 1942. Thousands of thousands of men and women will pass
through on their way to Europe. Units will be mustered, weapons handed out and
training for war. The contractors are erecting buildings as fast as they can.
The new mess on the army base is partially completed until work stops
when the foreman finds a dead body hanging from the rafters. Not a soldier, but
an airman.
Everything is hush-hush. The commanding officer has asked for the
investigation to be handled by Warrant Officer Stefan Kravchenko of the Air
Force Service Police. He’s ordered to Camp Debert, immediately. Upon arrival he
discovers the scene is all wrong. The medical examiner suggests it may look
like a suicide, but …
The Story Behind the Story: I’ve always been intrigued by WW2 stories and wondered about the people who served during the war, but never went to the European or Pacific theater. There were many women and men who served right here in Canada, right here in the Maritimes. Did German spies walk among them?
When I explored
all the bases in Atlantic Canada, I was impressed by how many there were. I
expect there are many stories within those forgotten walls or bases.
My previous novel
with Warrant Officer Stevan Kravchenko of the Royal Canadian Service Police has
become one of my most popular stories. It is based at the Air Force Station
Scoudouc, New Brunswick, Canada.
Iron Feather is
set in Debert, Nova Scotia, where there was an air force base, a naval gunnery school, ammunition dumps and a huge army camp.
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An Excerpt from Iron Feather.
Berlin. Thursday, June 11th
Gestapo Headquarters. Prinze-Albrecht Strasse.
JACARANDA
Other than his name and rank, Oberstleutnant Otto Müller, the memo contains only one word. Neat, precise, Germanic. The
boldness of the letters emphasizes immediate action. Delivered moments ago by
his assistant Stabshauptmann Schulz, the torn envelope now lies upon his
desk. The paper he holds is note size, embossed on the top with the Meyer
coat-of-arms. Directly from his superior's office upstairs. At present, there
are only four people who know of Jacaranda. With his recent promotion he
happens to be one of them. It will be his first opportunity to initiate an
operation.
Rising
from his plush leather seat, he turns to the left of the office where a capacious
filing cabinet sits under the Führer's picture. Inherited from his father who
was a doctor, the cabinet is made of birch, polished to a yellow gleam. The
sole piece of furniture belonging to him. Catching his reflection in the glass,
he tips his head so he can see his new haircut again. He likes it short on the top
and shorn on the sides. Notices his forehead getting longer, though. Too many
wrinkles around the eyes for a man of forty-two. Ignoring them, he slides the top
drawer cover up and in, exposing a row of files. The bottom three rows are
empty. He's only had the opportunity to start several of his own folders, the
others inherited from the previous occupant who now fights on the eastern
front. His punishment for Iron Spear going bad. They even lost a submarine in
Canadian waters, none of the crew survived. Oberst Jörg Meyer blamed his
subordinate entirely. Saved his own neck.
In
the folder marked Agent Jacaranda is one sheet of paper. It reads:
Klaus
Schroder
Age: 48 DOB: 11/17/1893
Father:
Wilhelm, deceased 1918. Mother: Adalee Baumann, deceased 1918. Both war
casualties from allied invasion of Germany. One sibling, Roburts – serving
Wehrmacht.
Eyes: Blue Hair: Light brown Hgt: 1.8 meters/5 ft. 11'' Wgt: 88.45k/195lbs
Alias:
Samuel Thomas (Tommy) Wright
Code
Name: Jacaranda
Placement:
Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada Secondary: Debert, Nova Scotia, Canada
Recruited:
February 1938
Date
of Dispatch: December 1938
Profession: Recent:
Heavy Equipment Operator
Former:
Construction Worker
Decorated
soldier. Served in German Imperial Army 3rd Engineer Battalion 25 Corps. 1915 -
1918
Laying the paper on his desk, he sits and reaches for his own notepad.
Unadorned, simple blue lines. On it he prints:
To: Iron Feather. ACTIVATE JACARANDA. ASAP. Details on first target to
follow.
Reaching for his intercom, he presses a large black button. It's
followed by a hiss and a weak voice.
"Ja,
Oberstleutnant?"
"Come
to my office at once, Alfons."
"Ja,
Oberstleutnant."
Twenty
seconds later a skinny man enters, not tall enough to meet the minimum
requirements for field duty, but with his attention to detail and above average
IQ, he is invaluable as a staff member. A pointy chin confirms a V-shaped face.
The black-framed glasses appear too big for his pert nose. Not one to give in
to his mousey features, his demeanour is one of efficiency and business.
"Ja,
Oberstleutnant."
Müller
passes him the folded note.
"Take
this to Communications. A message to Unterseeboot 501. It will surface somewhere
in the Atlantic Ocean at midnight local time. Tell them to be sure this message
reaches our agent in Nova Scotia."
"Is
that all, sir?"
"Ja,
do it right away."
"Heil
Hitler."
"Heil
Hitler"
Schulz
is off like he has diarrhea. Müller swings around in his chair, smug from
having an assistant at his command, when mere months ago he was the assistant.
With pursed lips and tented fingers before him, he stares at the photo. The
scowl, the bangs diagonally across the man's brow, the shadows under the
eyelids and the shadow moustache under the nose makes him look formidable with
crossed arms and a penetrating stare. He shivers at the man's power emanating
from the image. Seeking his own glory, he speaks to the empty office.
"No
one threatens the Third Reich. No one!"