The Edge of Honor [NOOK Book]

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A man on the brink of destiny...

It is the height of the Vietnam War and young Lt. Brian Holcomb is about to embark on an eight-month tour of duty that will bring him...
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Overview


A man on the brink of destiny...

It is the height of the Vietnam War and young Lt. Brian Holcomb is about to embark on an eight-month tour of duty that will bring him one step away from commanding his own ship.

A woman tempted by desire...

On the homefront, his beautiful wife Maddy is lonely and confused-tantalized by a seductive stranger and an act of betrayal every Navy man dreads, even more than an enemy's face.

A ship at war with itself...

Aboard the guided-missile frigate USS John Bell Hood, he will witness a ship spinning in a tidal pool of recklessness-its crew wasted by drugs, its brass losing its grip on command.

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And now, as the Hood steams towards an explosive showdown with North Vietnam's killer MiGs, he will be forced to make the most agonizing choice of his life-one that could make his career...or damn his soul.

With his stunning new thriller, The Edge of Honor, P.T. Deutermann unfurls at full display the mastery he hinted at so brilliantly with his debut Scorpion in the Sea.

At the height of the war, Lt. Brian Holcomb is assigned to the USS John Bell Hood, a ship patroling off the coast of Vietnam. Brian is in charge of the ship's computer-driven attack and defense systems. He uncovers a drug ring that is ruining the ship and leaving it open to attack. Meanwhile at home, his wife Maddy is fighting her own battles. Martin's Press.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Deutermann delivers a lot more than the standard military thriller in his second novel (after Scorpion in the Sea) , though there is certainly plenty of high-tech weaponry and violent action surrounding the mission of the U.S.S. John Bell Hood in the Gulf of Tonkin in 1969, at the height of the Vietnam War. The author's 26 years of active Navy service are put to good use in depicting shipboard life, procedures and reactions under battle conditions. While Deutermann differs from other purveyors of military fiction in his ability to create strong and compelling female characters, the story of Maddy Holcomb's seduction by an intriguing civilian Marine trainer back home in San Diego is essentially a counterpoint to the heart of the matter, her husband Lt. Brian Holcomb's shipboard struggle with an unexpected enemy. Slotted as weapons officer aboard the Hood , Holcomb desperately needs a good rating to advance his career. After a disastrous foul-up makes evident that there is a dangerous drug problem among the enlisted ranks aboard ship, he wants to crack down hard, but is thwarted by the executive officer. Ship's command chooses to deal with the situation in its own off-the-books fashion, keyed somehow, Brian comes to realize, to the enigmatic captain's strange behavior. Brian continues to press to have things done ``the Navy way,'' unaware that the Hood 's mysterious drug kingpin is sabotaging his efforts. Deutermann keeps the adrenalin pumping in this exciting genre standout. (May)
Library Journal
Brian Holcomb is the new weapons officer for the John Bell Hood, a guided-missile frigate on patrol off the coast of Vietnam in the last months of the war. Striving to overcome a less-than-glowing fitness report from his previous ship, Holcomb is tempted to fall into the ``go with the flow'' ethics of the other officers, who overlook stoned young sailors, until he is befriended by a group of chief petty officers who practice their own justice to keep the ship afloat. In the meantime, Brian's beautiful but immature wife, Maddy, is attracted to a mysterious Native American on his own way to the war, and the ship's captain seems to be unwell and curiously detached from daily problems. Vividly drawn scenes of shipboard life and customs, including liberty at Subic Bay in the Philippines, are contrasted with the high-tension drama of the war itself. Deutermann, a career naval officer, does his usual excellent job of accurate and exciting tale-telling; his romantic subplot, here more successful than in Scorpion in the Sea (LJ 9/15/92), allows him to add the extra dimension of the world of navy wives. A winner for naval history and adventure buffs.-Elsa Pendleton, Boeing Computer Support Svcs., Ridgecrest, Cal.
Dennis Winters
In 1969 a missile frigate is sent to the Gulf of Tonkin to support the bombing campaign against North Vietnam. Lt. Brian Holcomb, who is being given the chance to reverse a less-than-glowing fitness report, is the weapons officer on the U.S.S. "John Bell Hood". As he becomes familiar with the ship and his job, he discovers that drug use is rampant. That could interfere not only with onboard efficiency but also with safety. Holcomb's efforts to combat drug use seem, however, to be hindered by the enigmatic opposition of senior officers, whether on account of antagonism or simple inertia. Meanwhile, back in San Diego, Brian's wife, Maddy, fights her own war over whether she can cope with his career in addition to her own life. Deutermann's obvious familiarity with the milieu makes for compelling accuracy in the depiction of both the technical matters of modern combat at sea and the atmosphere of the seagoing navy in the late 1960s.
From the Publisher
"A powerful human drama. First-rate, riveting suspense." —Bestselling author Nelson DeMille
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429922289
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 4/1/2011
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 626
  • Sales rank: 54,832
  • File size: 904 KB

Meet the Author


P.T. DEUTERMANN, a retired Navy captain, is the author of fourteen other novels and lives with his wife in North Carolina. His father was a destroyer division commander in the Pacific theater under Admiral Halsey.
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The Edge of Honor
1San Diego, California, September 1969 
Brian Holcomb stood naked at the darkened bedroom window, staring out at the park across the street. The pale bark of the gray eucalyptus trees was daubed in orange from the glow of the new sodium-vapor lights along Balboa Park Drive. At least something around here had a glow on; he sure as hell did not. Maddy, his wife, spoke to him from the bed."Brian, it's all right. Brian, come back to bed.""It's not all right. Nothing's all right. It's deployment day, and I'm going away for seven months, and you're miserable, and I can't even--""Brian, please. It's our last time to be together. Please, let's not fight. I'm sorry I'm being such a bitch about the deployment. But come back to bed."Brian sighed and turned around. The sight of Maddy in the soft light of the bedroom, that mass of blond hair, her lovely face, her glorious breasts bared above the sheet, was still enough to take his breath away, even after almost four years of marriage. So then why the hell on this, their last night, morning, whatever, together, couldn't he perform?As if reading his thought, Maddy patted the bed next to her."Come on, Brian. I hate it when you're right there but not right here beside me. We should have just cuddled, like we agreed. We both know this is a lousy time for sex. Please?"He walked back over to his side of the bed. She was right--as usual. He sat down on the edge of the bed and she slid across, folding her arms around him, her hair enveloping the side of his face. Her skin was warm against his back."Hey?" she whispered. "We'll get through this; everyone else seems to manage. This isn't the first ship that has to go to WESTPAC. I've got my job, and the rest of the wives--""Whom you don't like very much.""I do like them. It's more a question of not having very much in common with them, Brian. I work, most of them don't, and we have no--""Yeah."He felt her stiffen slightly, and the blade of anger from the night before slipped between them again. They had gone out to dinner at Mr. A's, an expensive restaurant overlooking the San Diego skyline, whose tall windows gave a cockpit-level view of the jetliners as they swooped down into Lindbergh Field below. Brian had thought of going out to dinner as an activity, something to do that would eat up three or four hours of the "last night." As Maddy had fretted more and more about the ship's departure, everything they did had acquired the adjective last: the last supper, the last night, the last morning--the last everything, because it was now deployment day.He had made the mistake of mentioning children again, and the last evening had gone right off the last tracks. And now, in just a few short hours, he would get up, shower, button and zip into his whites, and as Lt. Brian Holcomb, USN, Weapons officer in USS John Bell Hood, go down to the ship at the Thirty-second Street Naval Station and sail away to the Vietnam War for the next seven months.And Maddy, his beautiful young wife of three-pointsomething years, was not taking it too well. The ship's schedule had not helped. The thirty days prior to deployment were called POM: Preparation for Overseas Movement. Perversely, as far as families were concerned, the closer a ship got to deployment day, the more time it demanded of its officers. The POM preparations were seemingly endless as the avalanche of supplies, repair parts, new people, the latest tactical manuals, and a flurry of final grooming and repairs on the ship's weapons and operations systems all conspired to produce twelve-hour workdays at precisely the time that the wives tendedto become clinging vines, desperately anxious for every moment of contact. Brian's nights at home during the last thirty days had been punctuated by dramatic mood swings on Maddy's part, from loving wife who poured on the affection to shrill harridan who railed against the deployment, the Vietnam War, and his Navy career in general.The hell of it was that he was excited to be going. He was beginning a prime assignment aboard a modern guided-missile ship, and they were bound for the Red Crown station up m the Gulf of Tonkin, to the heart of the carrier-air-war action on the one ship that controlled the skies over the Gulf. Damn it, he shouldn't have to feel guilty about that. And more than that, this assignment was a make-or-break tour of duty: His promotion to lieutenant commander depended on his doing very well in this ship. Maddy was not helping. As a matter of fact, Maddy was on the verge of doing some damage. On the other hand, he fully recognized that she was acting this way only because he was going away.He turned to her then, putting his arms around her, breathing in her sweet, familiar fragrance, his face pressed against her throat as she hugged him. He knew that all the noise was not aimed at him, but at what was coming for her--the empty apartment, the empty bed, long-delayed letters in place of a touch in the night. He would be in the thick of fleet operations in the Gulf of Tonkin and she would face the same empty routine day after day. His heart ached, not for the first time, at the thought of being away from her for seven long months. At moments like this, even he was willing to think of the Navy as the goddamned Navy, lately her favorite expression. And then there was that enormously sensitive nerve about children upon which he had just touched. He wanted kids; she did, too, but she had set what he felt was an impossible condition: "We'll have a family only when you're going to be home to help." A successful career in the seagoing Navy did not necessarily lend itself to that proposition. They had both finally realized that the whole subject of starting a family was becoming a dangerous minefield, a complication that neither of them needed, especially just now. He sighed again."What time is it?" he asked, his voice muffled in her hair."It's not time yet," she whispered, hugging him tighter, pulling his face down to her breasts. He felt the familiar stirring of desire and wondered whether it was worth another try. She leaned down, violet eyes huge in the semidarkness, and kissed him deeply. He decided that it was. 
Maddy lay back in the rumpled bed, the sheets pulled up to her chin, her hands clenched, and listened to the sounds of Brian in the shower. Her breathing had returned to normal, although she was definitely not going to play any tennis today. After the debacle of dinner at Mr. A's, a fitful night talking about everything but the deployment, and finally an aborted attempt at lovemaking, Brian's second wind had come on like a gale, with a violence and passion that had caught her by surprise and then swept her up despite the gloom and doom of deployment day. Afterward, she wondered fleetingly how much of that passion had been anger and how much love. She knew she had been making life difficult, and even if their almost frantic lovemaking had managed to dissolve her depression for even a little while, she sensed his underlying frustration. She had to keep telling herself, he's not doing this on purpose; he's not leaving me. It's just the ship.Deployment day--sounds like Judgment Day. Seven months. If everything went well, seven months; otherwise, longer. She clenched her fists and squeezed her thighs together until it hurt. They had been through half a deployment to the Mediterranean when he was in Decatur, and then two glorious years ashore at the Monterey Naval Postgraduate School. Then came the revelation that his fitness reports from Decatur had been not quite up to par and that he would have to retour as a department head, this time in a bigger ship. He must have told her a hundred times, the detailers were doing him a favor, sending him to a deploying ship to enhance his chances for promotion. She knew all the whys and wherefores by heart, and it still didn't help. Sevenmonths, two hundred and ten days, more or less. More, probably. And if Brian's career advanced and the war continued, there would be even longer, more dangerous missions. Ostensibly, she could fill up her days with her job at the bank, but seeing the civilians there was already making the imminent separation more painful--their comparatively stable lives offered a stark contrast to her peculiar status as a Navy wife whose husband was deployed. One of her cohorts in the bank had made an ironic comment about the benefits of getting an occasional minidivorce, courtesy of the USN, but Maddy failed to see the humor.And she knew the secret reason, even if Brian did not appreciate it. She harbored a deep fear of being alone. She had never and would never tell Brian, but that was one of the reasons she had said yes when this engaging young naval officer had come barging into her life as she was finishing college and asked her to marry him. With her graduation approaching, she had looked into the future and seen that she would soon have to resume a life alone, without roommates, her school crowd, and the artificially hectic schedule of senior year. She had almost jumped into his arms when Brian had finally popped the question. He was good-looking, fun, intelligent, and established in his Navy career, and she hadn't hesitated. Oh, he had told her about the deployments, the prospects for separation, but in the first blush of love, romance, and the exciting discovery of how good they were for each other in bed, the very word deployment had had no meaning. And even the three months when Brian had gone to the Med had been broken up when she flew over to meet the ship in Naples for a five-day holiday.But seven months--seven months was the better part of a year, and the Gulf of Tonkin was not the Med. Vietnam was an ugly, bloody, and increasingly futile war, and the nightly television news was much too full of body bags and casualty statistics to leave room for any starry-eyed notions of glory. She nearly wept at the possibility of losing Brian, at the thought of losing her love and the specter of being left really alone. She squeezed that thought right out of her mind, but the fear remained.Brian came out of the bathroom, a white towel wrapped around his waist, his hair standing up in all directions as if he had touched a live wire. He paused in the doorway, his body silhouetted against the bathroom light. She could barely see his face. But he was looking at her, and after a long moment, he came over to the bed, sitting carefully on the edge to keep from getting the sheets wet. She tried to sit up, but her body betrayed her. He smiled at her disability."Well, Mrs. Holcomb, the day we've all been waiting for has finally arrived," he said with a smile. A sad smile, she thought. "Are you going to change your mind and see us off?""I ... I really don't want to do that, Brian," she replied. "I don't think I could stand to see that big gray thing go down the harbor right now. We've been through--""Right. Well, it's six-thirty. If I go now, I can beat the traffic. I'll call Jack Folsom, hitch a ride in with him. He can swing by here easily enough.""Brian, I'm sorry. I know--""Hey, don't sweat it. I understand. You should have done what Angela Benedetti does on deployment day: She leaves town for a week with the kids and comes back after the ship is long gone.""Yes, I should have. Except I have this little job they expect me to show up for.""And no kids."She felt herself shrinking into the covers, even as his expression changed when he realized what he had said."Maddy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that the way it sounded.""So what did you mean, Brian?" she asked in a small voice."I only meant that, well, if you had kids, you wouldn't be alone when the ship left. The family would still be here. I know it's not the same, but--""Brian.""What?""All we're doing is picking at each other. I hate the fact that you're leaving, and I understand that you're notdoing this to hurt me or to leave me alone. I'm angry with it, not you. I think the best thing now is to get it done: We should both get dressed and go. The sooner you leave, the sooner you'll be back, okay? I don't know how else to put it, and anything we say now is going to hurt. Please."He nodded and got up to find his uniform. Maddy rolled over in the bed, only the top of her head showing above the covers. He dressed rapidly, made a phone call to confirm that he had a ride, and then gathered up his wallet and his rings. But no keys--today his keys stayed home. He came back into the bedroom and walked briskly over to the bed. He bent down and kissed the top of her head."I love you, Maddy.""I love you, too, Brian," she said in a muffled voice.And then he was gone, the front door shutting quietly. Only then did she begin to cry in earnest.Copyright © 1994 by P. T. Deutermann.
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