基本信息·出版社：Ballantine Books ·页码：560 页 ·出版日期：2009年10月 ·ISBN：0345461398 ·International Standard Book Number：0345461398 · ...
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基本信息·出版社：Ballantine Books
·页码：560 页
·出版日期：2009年10月
·ISBN：0345461398
·International Standard Book Number：0345461398
·条形码：9780345461391
·EAN：9780345461391
·装帧：简装
·正文语种：英语
内容简介 General Dwight Eisenhower commands a diverse army that must destroy Hitler’s European fortress. On the coast of France, German commander Erwin Rommel prepares for the coming invasion, as the Führer thwarts the strategies Rommel knows will succeed. Meanwhile, Sergeant Jesse Adams, a veteran of the 82nd Airborne, parachutes with his men behind German lines. And as the invasion force surges toward the beaches of Normandy, Private Tom Thorne of the 29th Infantry Division faces the horrifying prospects of fighting his way ashore on Omaha Beach, a stretch of coast more heavily defended than the Allied commanders anticipate. From G.I. to general, this story carries us through the war’s most crucial juncture, the invasion that altered the flow of the war, and, ultimately, changed history.
作者简介 Jeff Shaara is the
New York Times bestselling author of
The Steel Wave, The Rising Tide, To the Last Man, The Glorious Cause, Rise to Rebellion, and
Gone for Soldiers, as well as Gods and Generals
and
The Last Full Measure–two novels that complete the Civil War trilogy that began with his father’s Pulitzer Prize—winning classic
The Killer Angels. Shaara was born into a family of Italian immigrants in New Brunswick, New Jersey. He grew up in Tallahassee, Florida, and graduated from Florida State University. He lives in Sarasota.
媒体推荐 “The indelible panorama [Jeff] Shaara paints . . . draws us into the horror and heroism of war.”—
Pittsburgh Post-Gazette“Magnificent . . . Intense, compelling, and thoroughly researched, this is much more than just an excellent historical novel.”—
Library Journal
“Pounding with fierce action and human drama, and packed with accurately rendered history,
The Steel Wave is an eye-opening reminder of the bitterly high price that combat soldiers have always been called upon to pay.”—
St. Petersburg Times
“In this great, often moving novel of conflict, [Jeff] Shaara channels the roiling experiences of men in the midst of a tumultuous enterprise whose outcome was by no means certain.”—
St. Louis Post-Dispatch“Stirring . . . Shaara [is the] master of the war novel.”—
Chicago Tribune
From the Trade Paperback edition. 文摘 1. THE COMMANDO
At Sea, Bay of the Seine January 25, 1944
The air underwater was foul and wet, five men pulling against the thinning oxygen. He sat erect, his back painfully pressed against a coil of wire, part of the electrical system of the craft. She was an X-5 class midget submarine, designed to deliver a magnetic mine or similar explosive device, something to be attached to the bottom of an enemy ship. They were stealthy, of course, no blip on anyone’s radar screen, so the British navy had used them on raids all along the coastline, from Norway to the Mediterranean, usually with enormous risk to both the subs and their small crews. But tonight the sub was not armed, and where explosives had once been stored she now carried three passengers and their equipment.
He tried to stretch his back—no room—and twisted his shoulders instead, working out the kinks. The air was growing worse, thin and acrid, bitter smells of oil and wet cloth. There were no dry places in the small sub, every surface had a slick coating of oily grease or water, mostly condensation. The engine made a low hum, deadened by the steel of the bulkhead, the sub lurching slowly from side to side, held now by long low waves that rolled silently toward the beaches.
“Suit up, lads.”
The voice was low, a croak from the lieutenant. He knew the order was coming, yanked hard at his small duffel bag, and retrieved it from the tight gap beneath his feet. Inside were all the tools he would need for the mission. The first priority was unrolling the tight spool of the rubber suit, a single piece, zipped open down the front. There was little room to stand, and he fought to slide the thin rubber over his legs, working his feet downward, pushing. He slid the suit beneath his bottom, pushed his arms into the narrow sleeves, freed his fingers, gave one loud grunt, and pulled the suit up over his shoulders. The others were grunting as he was, straining
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