In Danger's Path (Corps Series #8)

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Put in charge of the OSS's Pacific operations, General Fleming Pickering is faced with two covert missions in the Gobi Desert. Called to duty is a Marine he doesn't expect...a scapegrace pilot named Malcolm, his son. Together, they will venture incognito—and with luck they may even come out alive...

Desperate to unite the warring interests of General MacArthur, Admiral Nimitz and OSS chief Donovan, F.D.R. puts Fleming Pickering in ...

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Overview

Put in charge of the OSS's Pacific operations, General Fleming Pickering is faced with two covert missions in the Gobi Desert. Called to duty is a Marine he doesn't expect...a scapegrace pilot named Malcolm, his son. Together, they will venture incognito—and with luck they may even come out alive...

Desperate to unite the warring interests of General MacArthur, Admiral Nimitz and OSS chief Donovan, F.D.R. puts Fleming Pickering in charge of the OSS's Pacific operations.

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Editorial Reviews

Library Journal
Griffin continues his best-selling series on the Marine Corps with a new work featuring the improbably named Fleming Pickering. Pickering, who is in charge of the OSS's Pacific operations during World War II, gets some interesting assignments in the Gobi Desert.
Dallas Morning News
Griffin delivers.
C. A. Mobley
February 1999

In Danger's Path, by W.E.B. Griffin, is going to be at the top of every technothriller reader's list. It's the latest in his Corps saga, complete with characters we've been thinking about since the last book, Behind the Lines. Even though the holiday season is basically over, In Danger's Path still makes for a wonderful gift. Everybody loves a good war story, right? Stash a couple in the closet for emergency gifts, wrap one up for anyone who was ever in the military, get a few for your history-buff friends, and you're finished shopping for the entire year. Want to be a real hero? Pick up the entire Corps series for your favorite reader. Then toss another log on the fire and be prepared for a treat as you crack open a copy for yourself.

If you've read W.E.B. Griffin's books before, you know what's in store: Fact and fiction interwoven so skillfully, it's hard to tell where the history leaves off and the novel begins. This book follows the Griffin traditions of real people, real wars, and can't-put-it-down storytelling.

In Danger's Path takes us inside the Machiavellian world of politics and power as President Roosevelt masterminds interlocking intelligence agencies and turf fights. Fleming Pickering is tapped to head up operations of the OSS in the Pacific, Roosevelt's choice as the one man who can broker the competing interests of General MacArthur, Admiral Nimitz, the FBI, and the OSS and still deliver on the intelligence and special-operations missions all of them need.

Roosevelt has also reengineered world geography, defining "the Pacific" to include the Gobi Desert just so Pickering will be in charge of the Pacific campaign's most critical mission. The Air Force and the Navy need vital weather data, which means a weather station that covers the part of the world in which the storms form: Russia or the Gobi. Russia's out, so Pickering dispatches a crack team -- including Ken "Killer" McCoy, now a Marine Corps captain -- into the Gobi to hook up with a wandering band of former Marine guards from the Peking legation, retired Marines and soldiers, and Yangtze River patrol sailors fleeing the war with their dependents. If Pickering can get them the meteorological and communications equipment they need, they just might be the key to winning the war in the Pacific.

Back on the front lines, Ed Banning is in Shanghai and has just married Russian Countess Maria Catherine Ludmilla Zhivkov, now exiled and stateless. Days after their wedding, before Banning can get a private bill passed to allow her to emigrate to the U.S., his unit is deployed to Manila. He leaves Maria in the care of Sergeant Ernie Zimmerman's wife, Mae Su, who masterminds a trek through Kazakhstan and into India in a desperate flight from the encroaching war.

W.E.B. Griffin keeps you completely engrossed in the history, the politics, and the battle. You'll forget today's news as In Danger's Path plunges you into the lives of men and women who fought and won World War II.

--C. A. Mobley

C. A. Mobley is a graduate of the Naval War College and author of the national bestsellers Rites of War and Rules of Command. Other Mobley titles, published under the name C. W. Morton, include Pilots Die Faster and Rage Sleep.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780515126983
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA) Incorporated
  • Publication date: 12/6/1999
  • Series: Corps Series , #8
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reissue
  • Pages: 736
  • Sales rank: 153,834
  • Product dimensions: 4.30 (w) x 6.79 (h) x 1.22 (d)

Meet the Author

W. E. B. Griffin
W. E. B. Griffin is also the author of the bestselling Corps, Brotherhood of War, Badge of Honor, Men at War, and Honor Bound series. He has been invested into the orders of St. George of the U.S. Armor Association and St. Andrew of the U.S. Army Aviation Association, and is a life member of the U.S. Special Operations Association; Gaston-Lee Post 5660, Veterans of Foreign Wars; China Post #1 in Exile of the American Legion; and the Police Chiefs Association of Southeast Pennsylvania, South New Jersey, and Delaware. He is an honorary life member of the U.S. Army Otter & Caribou Association, the U.S. Army Special Forces Association, the U.S. Marine Corps Raider Association, and the USMC Combat Correspondents Association.

Biography

With more than 40 million books in print in more than 10 languages, bestselling novelist W.E.B. Griffin enjoys a well-deserved reputation as a master of the military thriller.

Griffin began his career not as a writer but as a military man like the type he would eventually make millions writing about. After growing up in both New York City and the Philadelphia suburb of Wallingford, Pennsylvania, Griffin took the step in 1946 that -- little did he know at the time -- would set the course for his literary life: He enlisted in the United States Army. After finishing basic training, he went through counterintelligence instruction at Fort Holabird, New Jersey, and was assigned to the Army of Occupation in Germany under Major General I. D. White, commander of the U.S. Constabulary.

In 1951, while attending Philips University, in Marburg an der Lahn, in Germany, Griffin was recalled to active duty during the Korean War. He again served under General White, both at Fort Knox, Kentucky, and in Korea, where he earned the Expert Combat Infantry Badge and served as a combat correspondent and as acting X Corps (Group) information officer. Upon his release from active duty in 1953, Griffin was appointed chief of the Publications Division of the Army Signal Aviation Test & Support Activity at the Army Aviation Center, Fort Rucker, Alabama.

Although he first wrote under various pen names, Griffin didn't begin writing his bestselling string of military novels until he was well into his 50s. His first Brotherhood of War novel, The Lieutenants, was published in 1982 and touched off Griffin's well-known reputation for writing with historical accuracy and fascinating detail. Publishers Weekly noted that this first novel "captures the rhythms of WW II army life... in an absorbing account of life among military men." Griffin would go on to pen additional books in the Brotherhood of War sequence and to launch other bestselling series -- including The Corps, Badge of Honor, Honor Bound, and Men at War, among others.

While Griffin's public persona is a bit of an enigma -- he's not one to make the talk show rounds -- it's clear that he both knows and appreciates his readers, especially his fellow military men. On his official web site, Griffin reflects, "Nothing honors me more than a serviceman, veteran, or cop telling me how much he enjoys reading my books."

Good To Know

Griffin was awarded an Honorary Doctor of Philosophy in Military Fiction from Norwich University.

He was vested in the Order of St. George by the U.S. Armor Association.

Griffin addressed the Corps of Cadets for the United States Military Academy.

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    1. Also Known As:
      William Edmund Butterworth III (real name); Alex Baldwin, Webb Beech, Walter E. Blake, Jack Dugan, John Kevin Dugan, Eden Hughes, James McDouglas, Allison Mitchell, Edmund O. Scholefield, Blakely St.
      W.E.B. Griffin
    2. Hometown:
      Coppell, Texas
    1. Date of Birth:
      November 10, 1929
    2. Place of Birth:
      Newark, New Jersey

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Prologue

Shanghai, China November 1941 Countess Maria Catherine Ludmilla Zhivkov, formerly of St. Petersburg, was united in holy matrimony to Captain Edward J. Banning, USMC, of Charleston, South Carolina, by the Very Reverend James Fitzhugh Ferneyhough, D.D., canon of the cathedral, in a 10:45 A.M. Anglican ceremony on 12 November 1941. It was the first marriage for both.

Throughout the ceremony, the tall, black-haired, blue-eyed bride, age twenty-seven and known as Milla, wondered when and how she would take her life.

She loved Ed Banning madly; that was not the problem. She had felt something special the moment he walked into her small apartment off the Bund. And this spark had almost immediately, almost frighteningly, turned into excitement and desire.

The problem was that they really had no future; and she was fully aware of that. Ed Banning was an officer of the United States Corps of Marines, about to leave Shanghai, almost certainly never to return, and she was an escapee from what was now the Soviet Union. In Imperial Russia, she had been born into a noble family. Now she was a stateless person without a country. Her Nansen passport -- issued to stateless Russians who had fled the Revolution and from whom the Communist government had withdrawn citizenship -- was a passport in name only. It was not valid for travel to the United States, or, for that matter, for travel anywhere else.

The Japanese army in Shanghai was poised to take over the city. This might happen in the next week or two, or else somewhat later. In any event, it was going to happen, and when it did, she would be at their mercy.

Once American, French, British, German, and Italian troopshad been stationed in Shanghai to protect their own nationals -- but de facto all westerners, including the "Nansen people" -- against Japanese outrages. That protection was in the process of being withdrawn.

At the start of the war in Europe, the Italians, the Germans, and the Japanese had become allies, called the "Axis Powers." Soon afterward, the Italians and Germans left Shanghai; yet even before that, it was clear they were not going to challenge Japanese authority in the city in any way. Meanwhile, following their defeat in Europe, the French had withdrawn their troops from China and had signed a "Treaty of Friendship" with the Japanese that permitted the Japanese to use military air bases and naval facilities in French Indochina. Finally, in August 1940, the British had announced their withdrawal from Shanghai and northern China.

That had left only the Americans in Shanghai.

Now they too were leaving. War between the Japanese and the Americans was inevitable. Until war actually came, the Japanese in Shanghai would probably behave no more badly than they had when the Americans were stationed in the city. They were still paying lip service to the "Bushido Code of the Warrior" and were not entirely deaf to world opinion. But when war came, that would be the end of any pretense. Meaning: every westerner, except Germans, Italians, and the rare citizens of neutral powers, would be at the mercy of the Japanese. It would be rape in every sense, not just the physical rape of women. They'd ravage bank accounts, real estate, everything.

All the property that Ed had turned over to her -- the convertible red Pontiac of which he was so fond, the furniture in the apartment, and the paid-three-years-in advance lease on the apartment -- would disappear.

And Japanese officers liked white women. If they were now willing to pay a premium for Russian whores, what would happen to her when rape was the norm?

If her future offered nothing but becoming a whore for some Japanese officer, Milla preferred to be dead.

The first time Milla saw Ed Banning, he had a long, green cigar clamped between what she thought of as perfect American teeth. He was in uniform, tall, thin and erect, and just starting to bald; and, she learned a little later, he was thirty-six years old.

Earlier, Banning had telephoned Milla in answer to her advertisement in the Shanghai Post: "Wu, Cantonese and Mandarin Conversation offered at reasonable rates by multi-lingual Western Lady." On the telephone, he told her that he was an officer of the 4th Marines. His voice was very nice. Deep, soft, and masculine. "You sound British," he went on to say.

She recognized that as a question and answered it: "Actually, I'm Russian," and added, "Stateless."

She knew that any sort of a relationship between stateless people -- sometimes called "Nansen people" -- and American diplomatic and military personnel was frowned upon or outright forbidden. It was better to get that out in the open now, she knew, rather than opening up the possibility of an embarrassing scene when they actually met.

To a great many Nansen women, forming a relationship with an American officer -- becoming his mistress -- was a far better way to earn their living than any of their other options. But Milla wished to make it clear from the beginning that she wanted nothing but a professional, student-teacher relationship. She didn't want to become the girlfriend of an American officer, much less his mistress. She wasn't quite that desperate. She knew it wasn't likely that she could turn her at-home language classes into a real school that would support her. But she had some jewels hidden in her underwear drawer, sewn into her mother's girdle when they fled St. Petersburg. A few of these still remained. When the last of them was gone, then she might have to consider something like that. But not yet, not now.

In fact, her Nansen status did not seem to bother him. Later, when they actually discussed it, he explained to her that he was the intelligence officer for the 4th Marines, and as such judged "other officers' inappropriate relationships." Any relationship he had himself, he said, smiling smugly, was of course appropriate.

Anyhow, when he asked over the phone if he could come right over, he could be there in fifteen minutes, she told him, "yes." Then she stationed herself at her window, curious enough to peek through the curtains, waiting for him to arrive.

He drove up in a bright red Pontiac convertible, the top down. And a moment later he hired a man on the street to watch his car while he was inside -- demonstrating to her that he was not entirely ignorant of Wu, the Chinese language most commonly used in Shanghai.

But that was a minor detail just then. What really hit her the moment she saw him walking across the street to her building was the certainty that he was going to change her life.

And she knew as soon as he saw her that his reaction was similar.

When she opened the door to his ring, he blurted, startled, "My God, you're beautiful!"

"You wish, as I understand it, to improve your conversational Chinese?" she replied coldly

. "Absolutely," he said. "I didn't mean to offend."

Milla ignored that.

"You already speak some Chinese," she said, and without thinking, added: "I saw you speaking to the man about your car."

"What were you doing," Banning asked, chuckling, "peeking out from behind the curtains?"

"I just happened to be looking out the window."

"Of course," he said. "Yeah, I speak some Wu and Mandarin. But I'd like to perfect it."

"Speak only? Or read and write?"

"I read a little, but I have not mastered much writing."

"We could work on that, too, if you like," she said.

Their first session proved that he was serious about perfecting his Chinese. It was also apparent that he was highly intelligent. So when he asked if they could meet twice a week, maybe more often if he could find the time, she readily agreed.

When he came back, he was a perfect gentleman. There was not the slightest hint that he thought she was a Nansen girl looking for an American benefactor.

After their fifth session, very correctly, he asked her if she would have dinner with him. She accepted uneasily. This man was exciting in ways she had never experienced with other men.

Over dinner, she learned a little bit about him. The enormous ring on his finger, for instance, signified graduation from a private military school called The Citadel. His father -- who had been an Army officer, a colonel -- had also graduated from The Citadel. As had his grandfather, and his great-grandfather. They had all been soldiers; he was the first Marine in the family.

Though she had also come from a military family, she didn't tell him everything there was to say about that. She did tell him that her father had been an officer, but not that he had been a lieutenant general on the General Staff of the Imperial Army, for fear he would not believe her, or else think she was boasting. Neither did she tell him that her father had been a count, and that, on the death of her parents, she had come into possession of the title.

Every other Russian in Shanghai with a Nansen passport claimed he was a Count, or a Grand Duke. So what? That life was gone forever anyway.

All through dinner, Ed Banning behaved with absolute correctness. And when they danced, he carefully avoided all but the most necessary body contact.

At her apartment door, he very properly shook her hand, thanked her for the pleasure of her company, and asked if they could have dinner again sometime soon.

When she went to the window to watch him leave, he was already gone. The depth of her disappointment surprised her.

Twenty minutes later, just as she was about to slip into bed, the telephone rang.

"Milla, this is Ed," he said. His voice sounded strange.

"Is something wrong?"

"Yeah, I'm afraid so."

"What?"

"I probably should have told you this at dinner, but I couldn't work up the courage."

Oh, God, he's going away! Or, just as bad, our perfectly innocent, wholly businesslike relationship has come to the attention of his superiors, and despite his claims to be able to discern inappropriate relationships for himself, he has been told to sever his relationship with me.

"Tell me what?"

"I'm in love with you," Ed Banning said, and the phone went dead

. That's insane, if it's true. If it isn't true, then he wants me for his mistress -- the proposition he's been hiding behind his gentlemanly mask. If he really means what he said, about being in love with me...that's hopeless. People in love get married...unless the people concerned are a Russian refugee with a Nansen passport and an officer in the United States Corps of Marines. For them marriage simply is not possible.

Milla got very little sleep that night, as she ran the possibilities through her head over and over again. None of them was appealing.

What she would do, she finally decided, was speak to him the next day when he showed up for his lesson. She would tell him that under the circumstances it would be better all around if he found someone else to help him perfect his Chinese.

But when he appeared next day at her door, she was suddenly struck dumb. All she could do was smile -- carefully not looking at him -- and motion him into her living room. Their conversation session was perfectly routine. Afterward, all she could remember was that he was wearing an aftershave lotion that smelled like limes. When the time was up, he stood up and offered her his hand. Touching it made her feel very strange in her middle.

"Thank you," he said.

"Don't be silly," she said.

"And thank you for not being offended by my call last night."

"Were you drinking?" Milla asked.

"Not then, except for the wine we had at dinner. Afterward. Yeah."

He let go of her hand and walked to the door.

Milla suddenly knew what she wanted to do. Had to do. No matter what the ultimate cost.

"Just a minute, please, Ed," Milla said.

"What?"

"It won't take a minute," she said, then walked into her bedroom and closed the door.

And then she stared at the closed door and glanced around the room.

It was, of course, insane.

Her eyes fell on a faded photograph of her father.

"Life is a gamble, Milla," the former Lieutenant General Count Vasily Ivanovich Zhivkov had told her many times. "Sometimes, if you want something very much, it is necessary to put all your chips on the table, and wait to see where the wheel stops. If you understand that the ball will probably not fall into your hole, you will know, when it does not, that you at least tried. It is better to risk everything and lose than not to take the chance."

Looking at herself in the faded mirror of her dressing table, she unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged out of it and let it fall to the floor. Then she slipped out of her skirt and underwear and leaned over to pick up her only -- and nearly empty -- bottle of perfume. She dabbed perfume behind her ears and between her breasts and then -- embarrassed, averting her eyes from her reflection -- between her legs.

Then she threw the cover off her bed, crawled in, and pulled the sheet up under her chin.

She called his name. She didn't seem to have control of her voice. She wondered if he had heard her through the closed door.

"What?"

"Would you come in here, please?" she called.

He opened the door, and asked "What?" again when he saw her in the bed.

When she didn't reply, he said her name, "Milla?" and she saw that he was having trouble with his voice, too.

"I have been in love with you from the moment I saw you drive up in your car," she said.

And then she threw the sheet away from her body and held out her arms to him.

"Oh, Jesus H. Christ, Milla!" Ed said softly, and then got in bed with her and put his arms around her.

She had, she knew, just put her last chip on the table.

[TWO]

"I got a cable from my father today," Captain Ed Banning announced a week later. They were in his apartment. He was on his back, his hands folded under his head. She was on her stomach, her face on his chest, her right leg on top of his. Their coupling had been intense, and he had been sweating. Even though she could smell his underarms, she didn't mind that at all, but worried -- because she'd been sweating, too -- that her own odor might offend him.

"Is something wrong?"

"No, as a matter of fact, things are looking up."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"First things first," he said. "Will you marry me, Maria Catherine Ludmilla Zhivkov? Will you promise to love, cherish, and obey me, in sickness and in health, et cetera, et cetera, so long as we both shall live?"

She felt the tears come.

"Don't do this to me, Ed," she said softly.

"What is that, a no? After I spent all that money -- it's twenty-two cents a word -- cabling my father about you?"

"You cabled your father about me?"

"Uh-huh."

"What did you tell him?"

"Not much. I told you, it's twenty-two cents a word, but I did tell him that if he wants to be a grandfather, he'd better go see good ol' Uncle Zach and ask him to pass a special law allowing the future mother of his grandchild into the States."

"Ed, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You haven't answered the question," Ed said. "Let's start with that."

"What question?"

"Will you marry me, Milla? Would you rather I got out of bed and got on my knees?"

"We can't get married; you know that as well as I do."

"Well, for the sake of argument, if you could, would you?"

"Ed, for the love of God, don't start saying things you don't mean, or making promises you won't be able to keep," Milla said. "Please."

"I never do," he said, a little indignantly. "Answer the question."

"Oh, Ed, if it were possible, I would try very hard to be a good wife to you."

"I didn't detect a whole hell of a lot of enthusiasm."

"How can I be enthusiastic about something both of us know will never happen?

"You don't seem to understand, Milla," he said. "I'm trying to tell you that the Marines have landed, and the situation is well in hand."

"Damn you! Stop this. I don't think it's funny. It's cruel. It's perverse!"

"Before I cabled my father," Ed said. "I went down to the legation and asked the consul general some questions." He caught her eye. "He's a nice guy and won't run off at the mouth about that."

"Questions about us?"

"About you," he said. "Your Nansen status. Specifically, I asked him how I can get you into the United States."

"And he told you that that's impossible. I'm surprised you don't know that. You can't immigrate to the United States on a Nansen passport."

"Unless you get a special law passed by Congress, is what he told me."

"What do you mean, a 'special law'?"

"The Congress of the United States in solemn assembly passes a law stating that so much of the applicable laws pertaining are waived in the case of Maria Catherine Ludmilla Zhivkov, and the Attorney General is hereby directed to forthwith issue to the said Maria Catherine Ludmilla Zhivkov an immigration visa."

"That's possible?" she asked incredulously.

"We can't get married here. I'd need permission, and the Colonel would never grant it. And I can't resign from the Corps now. Resignations have been suspended for what they call 'The Emergency.' "

"So what are you talking about?"

"What we have to do is get you to the States," he said. "Once you're in the States, we can get married. I won't be the first Marine officer with a foreign-born wife. And I really want to stay in the Corps."

"You're dreaming the impossible. Didn't your consul general tell you what we both know? I can't get into the United States on a Nansen passport."

"That's where good old Uncle Zach comes in with his special law," Ed said. "My father's cable said that he had gone to see Uncle Zach, and Uncle Zach came on board."

"Your Uncle Zach has political connections?"

"He's not really my uncle. He and my father were classmates at The Citadel. But I've known him all of my life."

"But he has political connections?"

"The Honorable Zachary W. Westminister III has the honor to be the Representative to the Congress of the United States from the Third Congressional District of the great state of South Carolina."

"And he will help?"

"The way my father sounded, it's a done deal. It won't happen next week, but it can be done."

Oh, Holy Mary, Mother of God, is it possible? Has the wheel stopped spinning and the ball really dropped into my hole?

Milla started to weep.

He raised his head to look down at her and saw the tears running down her cheeks.

"Hey," he asked, very tenderly, touching her cheek with his fingers. "What's that all about?"

"Ed, I want so much to believe, but I'm so afraid.

" "I told you, baby, the Marines have landed, and the situation is well in hand."

"What does that 'Marines have landed' mean?" she asked, confused.

"It means that between now and the time the next Pan American Clipper leaves for the States, we have to go to the legation and get certified true copies made of all your documents, including your Nansen passport and what they call a 'narrative of the circumstances' by which you wound up here. Then we stuff everything in an airmail envelope and send it off to Uncle Zach. Who will get a special law passed for us."

"Really, Ed? This can be done?"

"Really, baby. It will be done."

Believe the dream. Why not? A dream is all I have.

She kissed his chest.

"But we don't have to do that right now," Ed said. "And, anyway, I see that something else has come up we're going to have to do something about."

"Excuse me?" Milla asked, looking up at him.

He pointed to his midsection.

"Oh," she said.

"Does that suggest anything to you?" he asked.

Milla put her hand on him, rolled over onto her back, and guided him into her.

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First Chapter

Prologue

Shanghai, China November 1941 Countess Maria Catherine Ludmilla Zhivkov, formerly of St. Petersburg, was united in holy matrimony to Captain Edward J. Banning, USMC, of Charleston, South Carolina, by the Very Reverend James Fitzhugh Ferneyhough, D.D., canon of the cathedral, in a 10:45 A.M. Anglican ceremony on 12 November 1941. It was the first marriage for both.

Throughout the ceremony, the tall, black-haired, blue-eyed bride, age twenty-seven and known as Milla, wondered when and how she would take her life.

She loved Ed Banning madly; that was not the problem. She had felt something special the moment he walked into her small apartment off the Bund. And this spark had almost immediately, almost frighteningly, turned into excitement and desire.

The problem was that they really had no future; and she was fully aware of that. Ed Banning was an officer of the United States Corps of Marines, about to leave Shanghai, almost certainly never to return, and she was an escapee from what was now the Soviet Union. In Imperial Russia, she had been born into a noble family. Now she was a stateless person without a country. Her Nansen passport -- issued to stateless Russians who had fled the Revolution and from whom the Communist government had withdrawn citizenship -- was a passport in name only. It was not valid for travel to the United States, or, for that matter, for travel anywhere else.

The Japanese army in Shanghai was poised to take over the city. This might happen in the next week or two, or else somewhat later. In any event, it was going to happen, and when it did, she would be at their mercy.

Once American, French, British, German, and Italian troops had been stationed in Shanghai to protect their own nationals -- but de facto all westerners, including the "Nansen people" -- against Japanese outrages. That protection was in the process of being withdrawn.

At the start of the war in Europe, the Italians, the Germans, and the Japanese had become allies, called the "Axis Powers." Soon afterward, the Italians and Germans left Shanghai; yet even before that, it was clear they were not going to challenge Japanese authority in the city in any way. Meanwhile, following their defeat in Europe, the French had withdrawn their troops from China and had signed a "Treaty of Friendship" with the Japanese that permitted the Japanese to use military air bases and naval facilities in French Indochina. Finally, in August 1940, the British had announced their withdrawal from Shanghai and northern China.

That had left only the Americans in Shanghai.

Now they too were leaving. War between the Japanese and the Americans was inevitable. Until war actually came, the Japanese in Shanghai would probably behave no more badly than they had when the Americans were stationed in the city. They were still paying lip service to the "Bushido Code of the Warrior" and were not entirely deaf to world opinion. But when war came, that would be the end of any pretense. Meaning: every westerner, except Germans, Italians, and the rare citizens of neutral powers, would be at the mercy of the Japanese. It would be rape in every sense, not just the physical rape of women. They'd ravage bank accounts, real estate, everything.

All the property that Ed had turned over to her -- the convertible red Pontiac of which he was so fond, the furniture in the apartment, and the paid-three-years-in advance lease on the apartment -- would disappear.

And Japanese officers liked white women. If they were now willing to pay a premium for Russian whores, what would happen to her when rape was the norm?

If her future offered nothing but becoming a whore for some Japanese officer, Milla preferred to be dead.

The first time Milla saw Ed Banning, he had a long, green cigar clamped between what she thought of as perfect American teeth. He was in uniform, tall, thin and erect, and just starting to bald; and, she learned a little later, he was thirty-six years old.

Earlier, Banning had telephoned Milla in answer to her advertisement in the Shanghai Post: "Wu, Cantonese and Mandarin Conversation offered at reasonable rates by multi-lingual Western Lady." On the telephone, he told her that he was an officer of the 4th Marines. His voice was very nice. Deep, soft, and masculine. "You sound British," he went on to say.

She recognized that as a question and answered it: "Actually, I'm Russian," and added, "Stateless."

She knew that any sort of a relationship between stateless people -- sometimes called "Nansen people" -- and American diplomatic and military personnel was frowned upon or outright forbidden. It was better to get that out in the open now, she knew, rather than opening up the possibility of an embarrassing scene when they actually met.

To a great many Nansen women, forming a relationship with an American officer -- becoming his mistress -- was a far better way to earn their living than any of their other options. But Milla wished to make it clear from the beginning that she wanted nothing but a professional, student-teacher relationship. She didn't want to become the girlfriend of an American officer, much less his mistress. She wasn't quite that desperate. She knew it wasn't likely that she could turn her at-home language classes into a real school that would support her. But she had some jewels hidden in her underwear drawer, sewn into her mother's girdle when they fled St. Petersburg. A few of these still remained. When the last of them was gone, then she might have to consider something like that. But not yet, not now.

In fact, her Nansen status did not seem to bother him. Later, when they actually discussed it, he explained to her that he was the intelligence officer for the 4th Marines, and as such judged "other officers' inappropriate relationships." Any relationship he had himself, he said, smiling smugly, was of course appropriate.

Anyhow, when he asked over the phone if he could come right over, he could be there in fifteen minutes, she told him, "yes." Then she stationed herself at her window, curious enough to peek through the curtains, waiting for him to arrive.

He drove up in a bright red Pontiac convertible, the top down. And a moment later he hired a man on the street to watch his car while he was inside -- demonstrating to her that he was not entirely ignorant of Wu, the Chinese language most commonly used in Shanghai.

But that was a minor detail just then. What really hit her the moment she saw him walking across the street to her building was the certainty that he was going to change her life.

And she knew as soon as he saw her that his reaction was similar.

When she opened the door to his ring, he blurted, startled, "My God, you're beautiful!"

"You wish, as I understand it, to improve your conversational Chinese?" she replied coldly

. "Absolutely," he said. "I didn't mean to offend."

Milla ignored that.

"You already speak some Chinese," she said, and without thinking, added: "I saw you speaking to the man about your car."

"What were you doing," Banning asked, chuckling, "peeking out from behind the curtains?"

"I just happened to be looking out the window."

"Of course," he said. "Yeah, I speak some Wu and Mandarin. But I'd like to perfect it."

"Speak only? Or read and write?"

"I read a little, but I have not mastered much writing."

"We could work on that, too, if you like," she said.

Their first session proved that he was serious about perfecting his Chinese. It was also apparent that he was highly intelligent. So when he asked if they could meet twice a week, maybe more often if he could find the time, she readily agreed.

When he came back, he was a perfect gentleman. There was not the slightest hint that he thought she was a Nansen girl looking for an American benefactor.

After their fifth session, very correctly, he asked her if she would have dinner with him. She accepted uneasily. This man was exciting in ways she had never experienced with other men.

Over dinner, she learned a little bit about him. The enormous ring on his finger, for instance, signified graduation from a private military school called The Citadel. His father -- who had been an Army officer, a colonel -- had also graduated from The Citadel. As had his grandfather, and his great-grandfather. They had all been soldiers; he was the first Marine in the family.

Though she had also come from a military family, she didn't tell him everything there was to say about that. She did tell him that her father had been an officer, but not that he had been a lieutenant general on the General Staff of the Imperial Army, for fear he would not believe her, or else think she was boasting. Neither did she tell him that her father had been a count, and that, on the death of her parents, she had come into possession of the title.

Every other Russian in Shanghai with a Nansen passport claimed he was a Count, or a Grand Duke. So what? That life was gone forever anyway.

All through dinner, Ed Banning behaved with absolute correctness. And when they danced, he carefully avoided all but the most necessary body contact.

At her apartment door, he very properly shook her hand, thanked her for the pleasure of her company, and asked if they could have dinner again sometime soon.

When she went to the window to watch him leave, he was already gone. The depth of her disappointment surprised her.

Twenty minutes later, just as she was about to slip into bed, the telephone rang.

"Milla, this is Ed," he said. His voice sounded strange.

"Is something wrong?"

"Yeah, I'm afraid so."

"What?"

"I probably should have told you this at dinner, but I couldn't work up the courage."

Oh, God, he's going away! Or, just as bad, our perfectly innocent, wholly businesslike relationship has come to the attention of his superiors, and despite his claims to be able to discern inappropriate relationships for himself, he has been told to sever his relationship with me.

"Tell me what?"

"I'm in love with you," Ed Banning said, and the phone went dead

. That's insane, if it's true. If it isn't true, then he wants me for his mistress -- the proposition he's been hiding behind his gentlemanly mask. If he really means what he said, about being in love with me...that's hopeless. People in love get married...unless the people concerned are a Russian refugee with a Nansen passport and an officer in the United States Corps of Marines. For them marriage simply is not possible.

Milla got very little sleep that night, as she ran the possibilities through her head over and over again. None of them was appealing.

What she would do, she finally decided, was speak to him the next day when he showed up for his lesson. She would tell him that under the circumstances it would be better all around if he found someone else to help him perfect his Chinese.

But when he appeared next day at her door, she was suddenly struck dumb. All she could do was smile -- carefully not looking at him -- and motion him into her living room. Their conversation session was perfectly routine. Afterward, all she could remember was that he was wearing an aftershave lotion that smelled like limes. When the time was up, he stood up and offered her his hand. Touching it made her feel very strange in her middle.

"Thank you," he said.

"Don't be silly," she said.

"And thank you for not being offended by my call last night."

"Were you drinking?" Milla asked.

"Not then, except for the wine we had at dinner. Afterward. Yeah."

He let go of her hand and walked to the door.

Milla suddenly knew what she wanted to do. Had to do. No matter what the ultimate cost.

"Just a minute, please, Ed," Milla said.

"What?"

"It won't take a minute," she said, then walked into her bedroom and closed the door.

And then she stared at the closed door and glanced around the room.

It was, of course, insane.

Her eyes fell on a faded photograph of her father.

"Life is a gamble, Milla," the former Lieutenant General Count Vasily Ivanovich Zhivkov had told her many times. "Sometimes, if you want something very much, it is necessary to put all your chips on the table, and wait to see where the wheel stops. If you understand that the ball will probably not fall into your hole, you will know, when it does not, that you at least tried. It is better to risk everything and lose than not to take the chance."

Looking at herself in the faded mirror of her dressing table, she unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged out of it and let it fall to the floor. Then she slipped out of her skirt and underwear and leaned over to pick up her only -- and nearly empty -- bottle of perfume. She dabbed perfume behind her ears and between her breasts and then -- embarrassed, averting her eyes from her reflection -- between her legs.

Then she threw the cover off her bed, crawled in, and pulled the sheet up under her chin.

She called his name. She didn't seem to have control of her voice. She wondered if he had heard her through the closed door.

"What?"

"Would you come in here, please?" she called.

He opened the door, and asked "What?" again when he saw her in the bed.

When she didn't reply, he said her name, "Milla?" and she saw that he was having trouble with his voice, too.

"I have been in love with you from the moment I saw you drive up in your car," she said.

And then she threw the sheet away from her body and held out her arms to him.

"Oh, Jesus H. Christ, Milla!" Ed said softly, and then got in bed with her and put his arms around her.

She had, she knew, just put her last chip on the table.

[TWO]

"I got a cable from my father today," Captain Ed Banning announced a week later. They were in his apartment. He was on his back, his hands folded under his head. She was on her stomach, her face on his chest, her right leg on top of his. Their coupling had been intense, and he had been sweating. Even though she could smell his underarms, she didn't mind that at all, but worried -- because she'd been sweating, too -- that her own odor might offend him.

"Is something wrong?"

"No, as a matter of fact, things are looking up."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"First things first," he said. "Will you marry me, Maria Catherine Ludmilla Zhivkov? Will you promise to love, cherish, and obey me, in sickness and in health, et cetera, et cetera, so long as we both shall live?"

She felt the tears come.

"Don't do this to me, Ed," she said softly.

"What is that, a no? After I spent all that money -- it's twenty-two cents a word -- cabling my father about you?"

"You cabled your father about me?"

"Uh-huh."

"What did you tell him?"

"Not much. I told you, it's twenty-two cents a word, but I did tell him that if he wants to be a grandfather, he'd better go see good ol' Uncle Zach and ask him to pass a special law allowing the future mother of his grandchild into the States."

"Ed, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You haven't answered the question," Ed said. "Let's start with that."

"What question?"

"Will you marry me, Milla? Would you rather I got out of bed and got on my knees?"

"We can't get married; you know that as well as I do."

"Well, for the sake of argument, if you could, would you?"

"Ed, for the love of God, don't start saying things you don't mean, or making promises you won't be able to keep," Milla said. "Please."

"I never do," he said, a little indignantly. "Answer the question."

"Oh, Ed, if it were possible, I would try very hard to be a good wife to you."

"I didn't detect a whole hell of a lot of enthusiasm."

"How can I be enthusiastic about something both of us know will never happen?

"You don't seem to understand, Milla," he said. "I'm trying to tell you that the Marines have landed, and the situation is well in hand."

"Damn you! Stop this. I don't think it's funny. It's cruel. It's perverse!"

"Before I cabled my father," Ed said. "I went down to the legation and asked the consul general some questions." He caught her eye. "He's a nice guy and won't run off at the mouth about that."

"Questions about us?"

"About you," he said. "Your Nansen status. Specifically, I asked him how I can get you into the United States."

"And he told you that that's impossible. I'm surprised you don't know that. You can't immigrate to the United States on a Nansen passport."

"Unless you get a special law passed by Congress, is what he told me."

"What do you mean, a 'special law'?"

"The Congress of the United States in solemn assembly passes a law stating that so much of the applicable laws pertaining are waived in the case of Maria Catherine Ludmilla Zhivkov, and the Attorney General is hereby directed to forthwith issue to the said Maria Catherine Ludmilla Zhivkov an immigration visa."

"That's possible?" she asked incredulously.

"We can't get married here. I'd need permission, and the Colonel would never grant it. And I can't resign from the Corps now. Resignations have been suspended for what they call 'The Emergency.' "

"So what are you talking about?"

"What we have to do is get you to the States," he said. "Once you're in the States, we can get married. I won't be the first Marine officer with a foreign-born wife. And I really want to stay in the Corps."

"You're dreaming the impossible. Didn't your consul general tell you what we both know? I can't get into the United States on a Nansen passport."

"That's where good old Uncle Zach comes in with his special law," Ed said. "My father's cable said that he had gone to see Uncle Zach, and Uncle Zach came on board."

"Your Uncle Zach has political connections?"

"He's not really my uncle. He and my father were classmates at The Citadel. But I've known him all of my life."

"But he has political connections?"

"The Honorable Zachary W. Westminister III has the honor to be the Representative to the Congress of the United States from the Third Congressional District of the great state of South Carolina."

"And he will help?"

"The way my father sounded, it's a done deal. It won't happen next week, but it can be done."

Oh, Holy Mary, Mother of God, is it possible? Has the wheel stopped spinning and the ball really dropped into my hole?

Milla started to weep.

He raised his head to look down at her and saw the tears running down her cheeks.

"Hey," he asked, very tenderly, touching her cheek with his fingers. "What's that all about?"

"Ed, I want so much to believe, but I'm so afraid.

" "I told you, baby, the Marines have landed, and the situation is well in hand."

"What does that 'Marines have landed' mean?" she asked, confused.

"It means that between now and the time the next Pan American Clipper leaves for the States, we have to go to the legation and get certified true copies made of all your documents, including your Nansen passport and what they call a 'narrative of the circumstances' by which you wound up here. Then we stuff everything in an airmail envelope and send it off to Uncle Zach. Who will get a special law passed for us."

"Really, Ed? This can be done?"

"Really, baby. It will be done."

Believe the dream. Why not? A dream is all I have.

She kissed his chest.

"But we don't have to do that right now," Ed said. "And, anyway, I see that something else has come up we're going to have to do something about."

"Excuse me?" Milla asked, looking up at him.

He pointed to his midsection.

"Oh," she said.

"Does that suggest anything to you?" he asked.

Milla put her hand on him, rolled over onto her back, and guided him into her.

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Interviews & Essays

On Tuesday, February 2nd, barnesandnoble.com welcomed W.E.B. Griffin to discuss IN DANGER'S PATH.


Moderator: Welcome, W.E.B. Griffin! Thank you for taking the time to join us online this evening to chat about the latest Corps Novel, IN DANGER'S PATH. How are you doing tonight?

W E B Griffin: Very well, thank you.


Mark from New Hampshire: How accurate to history would you consider IN DANGER'S PATH? How much liberty did you take in your fiction, if any?

W E B Griffin: A good deal because I couldn't get the navy to declassify that operation.


S. Joyner from Louisiana: Mr. Griffin, I enjoy your books and am a six-year U.S. Army veteran, including a tour with the 17th Cav in RVN. Where might I find copies of MAKE WAR IN MADNESS and NO FRENCH LEAVE?

W E B Griffin: If you can find copies, let me know. I would like to have them as well.


Russell Thouvenel from Fort Gibson, Oklahoma: I have all your books and will certainly be buying your new one. Question: Will you be adding to the Brotherhood Series, say something late in Vietnam or afterward? Good to talk with you.

W E B Griffin: I am going to do a new Brotherhood novel on the Desert Storm war -- that is my next project.


Tom Borden from Fort Collins, Colorado: As an old World War II Marine, the whole Corps series is superb! But I have noticed in DANGER'S PATH a lapse in editing. For instance, General Pickering asks a question when he isn't even in the room. Finally, reference to "for and aft" headgear is OK, but we called them, pardon the expression, "pisscutters." Any reason for the more genteel term?

W E B Griffin: There is a less genteel term which as an old Marine, I am sure you know.


Steve Ashley from Chattanooga, Tennessee: As a Marine brat, I read this series of books and enjoy them even more than your others. My dad lived in this time and was a Marine aviator. Your research was well-done, and I hope there will be another in this series to close out the World War II saga. My question: What motivated you to mold this series after the Brotherhood of War series of books?

W E B Griffin: It seemed to work -- that style.


John B. from New Jersey: Have any of your books been produced for film or television? The Corps and the Brotherhood of War sagas seem to be naturals for a miniseries on the order of THE WINDS OF WAR.

W E B Griffin: No, either they don't like them or they cost too much money to make -- you can't rent a tank very cheaply.


Roger Hamilton from De Kalb, Illinois: I have learned a lot about storytelling from reading your books and am about ready to get to work on my first novel. As a matter of curiosity, how many man-hours do you invest in the research and writing of one of your novels?

W E B Griffin: That would depend on the book. The Marine ones take a lot because I was not a Marine, while the army ones take a little less because I was a soldier.


John from Morris Plains, New Jersey: It seems to me that your earlier books had a lot more military action in them and with IN DANGER'S PATH and some of your more recent military novels, you have concentrated on characters and plot buildup. Can you comment on this?

W E B Griffin: It is very hard to write about combat and actually I would really like to write about the characters. Writing about combat is very difficult, I don't do it well.


Peter from Springfield, Virginia: What is your favorite part of writing the Corps series?

W E B Griffin: Really talking to the guys who were there. An amazing number of them are still around, active, and intelligent.


Bobbi from San Francisco: What will be your next book? From what series and when can we expect in it. Thanks

W E B Griffin: I am just about to finish the third in the Argentine series and then I am going to start a new Brotherhood novel, but the next book to come out will be one in the OSS series in July.


John Lyons from Baltimore, Ohio: I recently finished IN DANGERS PATH and enjoyed it beyond a doubt. Can you tell us when your next Corps book will be out and maybe something about it. Also what do you plan to do with Lt. Macklin? Thank you for your time and your books.

W E B Griffin: The next Corps book will be number three for me to write and it will probably be about Korea and it will have more combat for those asking about combat scenes.


Paul from Morris Plains, New Jersey: I read that you claim Tom Clancy is a better storyteller than yourself. Why do you claim this to be true? Also, what to W.E.B. Griffin are the most important elements of a good story?

W E B Griffin: Why do I think he is a better storyteller than me? If I tried to write what he did in PATRIOT GAMES (saving the Prince of Wales from a terrorist attack) it would be laughable, and when Clancy did it, you believed. And you also believed that a 747 would crash into the houses of senators and kill everybody, and if I tried to do that, people would laugh.


Christian from Orchard Park, New York: Can you please comment on the current state of the USMC?

W E B Griffin: I think they are in the best shape of any of the armed forces, but they are all in lousy shape because Clinton cut off all the money, and their moral is lousy and I blame that all on our Commander in Chief.


Charles Newton from Bellingham, Washington: Do you get much feedback from Marine veterans of World War II? Have veterans generally been receptive to your books?

W E B Griffin: Yes, I do. My favorite story after the manuscripts of the first couple were proofread by the president of the Marine Raiders Association and my pal Jim Barrett, I got several hundred letters pointing out that enlisted Marines did not have hip pockets on their trousers until 1948.


Tom Borden from Fort Collins, Colorado: No question. Please advise Mr. Griffin that Ralph H. Coyte of the Makin Island raid died last month. He had a spectacular career in public service here in Colorado as a judge.

W E B Griffin: I suppose I will read that in the Marine Raiders Magazine. I am an honorary member and we read all those obituaries.


Frank from northern Virginia: How many more editions of the Corps series? Is Killer McCoy coming back as "star" or is Captain Pickering now the main character?

W E B Griffin: In the Korean book they will all be there except maybe General Pickering. It will be more of a Marine Corps book than an OSS book.


Mark Pagano from Merritt Island, Florida: Are we going to read more about the character Matt Payne someday in the near future?

W E B Griffin: That is number two in what I am going to write.


Denise from Huntington, New York: Are any of your characters based on yourself, family members, or close friends? Say perhaps General Pickering on you?

W E B Griffin: Oh no, some of the characters are based on guys I knew but none of the majors characters on anybody I knew.


Basil Fritsch from Tinley Park, Illinois: What prompts you to add to a particular series that you have written?

W E B Griffin: I like to keep the story going and if I think I have something to say I will write a book about it.


Andy from Wisconsin: I read the Men at War series a few years back when it was written under the pseudonym Alex Baldwin. Have you published other books under other names as well? If so what names?

W E B Griffin: Yes, I have. I sometimes use the name Butterworth, but most of the military and police books are written under Griffin.


Wesley Smith from Somerset, New Jersey: Who is your favorite character?

W E B Griffin: I guess I like Killer McCoy the best; I also like Matt Payne.


Bobbi from San Francisco: Mr. Griffin, I forgot in my last question to say I love all your books. I have read everyone and IN DANGER'S PATH was my favorite so far. Thanks and keep the books coming.

W E B Griffin: Thank you, I am glad you liked it.


Earl Jensen from Ft. Collins, Colorado: In your opinion was "Saving Private Ryan" the best war movie made?

W E B Griffin: It was one of the best, and I found out it was essentially a true story, which made it even better. I think they did a great job with the combat scenes. I also liked "Full Metal Jacket" -- that also had some great combat scenes.


Tate from New York, New York: How do you research the Corps novels?

W E B Griffin: The Marine Corps is usually very helpful -- they didn't give me anything with IN DANGER'S PATH because the case is still classified. Then I happen to know a lot of Marines.


CPGNY@aol.com from New York City: Why is there such little information about W.E.B. Griffin?

W E B Griffin: I believe writers should be read, not seen or heard.


Mitch from Columbia, South Carolina: What was the last good book you read?

W E B Griffin: I liked the book that Clancy wrote with General Franks, INTO THE STORM, nonfiction, and I thought it was the best I have ever read by a general. Most of them never admit that they ever made a mistake.


Teddy from Baton Rouge, Louisiana: I would love to see you write on World War I -- any chance of that happening in the future? Or have you already done it?

W E B Griffin: No, I haven't and I don't know much about it really enough to write about it.


Andrew from San Diego, California: Do you ever come to military bases to speak? We would love for you to....

W E B Griffin: I usually don't have the time, but next week I will be at Hood and Port Sam.


Denise from Huntington, New York: I have read all of the Men at War and Corps novels and they have given me an insight into what my grandfather went through in the war. Do you intend to showcase any women characters in the future books?

W E B Griffin: Well, I wear pants, and it is kind of hard to write about women, but there were some fascinating women in the OSS and when I do number five in the Men at War series, there will probably be more women.


Kathy from Temple, Texas: I am totally addicted to your books. My dad is a remarkable 87-year-old veteran of the Army Air Corps and served in both North Africa and the CBI. I was glad to see your latest book expand into that often forgotten nook of World War II. By moving on to Korea, does that mean that there will be no more World War II-era books -- perhaps in other series?

W E B Griffin: The OSS will continue in World War II, but it is difficult to write more about the Corps in World War II because while they died heroically on the beaches it wasn't much of a story. One invasion was like the other, the only difference was how many people got killed. I don't think I can explain combat to people who weren't there, and the people who were there, I don't think, want to read about it.


Vance from Hollywood, Florida: Would you say that you based Flemming on anybody in particular? Or is he more of a composite character of a bunch of officers you know or knew at one time?

W E B Griffin: More of a composite character, but there were people like him.


Andrew from New Beirn, North Carolina: Do you prefer writing the Corps novel series or do you prefer authoring the Badge of Honor series?

W E B Griffin: I like them about equally. What I really like is the Argentine series, because I don't think anybody has written about the Nazis down there and that is a fascinating subject.


Michael from Thousand Oaks, California: Any personal appearances on the horizon?

W E B Griffin: I do that very badly -- again, I think writers should be read and not seen or heard.


JWC901@aol.com from New Jersey: Can you tell us a little bit about your writing process and schedule? With more than a hundred titles do you ever take time off from writing?

W E B Griffin: I write just about every day and I think that most writers try to do the same thing. We are unhappy if we are not writing.


Mike from Sudbury, Massachusetts: I especially enjoy the specific details in your fiction. Do you have a consultant or a technician? Also, are you a fan of Stephen Ambrose's nonfictional accounts of World War II?

W E B Griffin: I think Stephen Ambrose is a great writer. I have a great assistant, Mrs. Kenny, who is very helpful -- I couldn't function without her -- and I have a great editor, Tommy Koltz, who also edits Clancy.


Michael from Thousand Oaks, California: Do you have any intention of doing a series on the CIA as a continuation of the OSS series?

W E B Griffin: It never entered my mind. That was an entirely different operation.


Mark from Merritt Island, Florida: You know a great deal about aircraft of that era, is that strictly from research?

W E B Griffin: No, professionally I was the senior writer at the army aviation center.


Steve Ashley from Chattanooga, Tennessee: Your Honor Bound series has me excited that your writing will be around some more! When will the next book be ready?

W E B Griffin: The next Honor Bound will be out in July.


John B. from New Jersey: Growing up across the river from Philadelphia, I can vouch for the authenticity of the locations and local history in the Badge of Honor. Will this series continue?

W E B Griffin: Oh yes.


Frank from northern Virginia: As a four-year vet of combat developments at Benning and an eight-year vet of the Army's ODCSOPS, your writing about DCD, the Aviation Board, and ODCSOPS were perfect.

W E B Griffin: Thank you very much.


Moderator: Thank you so much for joining us tonight, W.E.B. Griffin! It's truly been a pleasure having you answer all our questions. Before you go, any closing comments for your online fans?

W E B Griffin: I am grateful that so many people showed up. Goodnight.


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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 2, 2000

    Truly Authentic

    Such attention to the details of WWII military life makes 'IN DANGER'S PATH' seem more like history than novel. Minor observations: not Canons, but Deans of Anglican Cathedrals are titled 'Very Reverend' and the designations 'Upper Half' and 'Lower Half' for Rear Admirals did not come into use until years after WWII.Before it was 'commodore' and just 'Rear Admiral' none of which takes anything away from this terrific book.

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    Posted August 24, 2012

    A good read

    Great historical fiction.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 22, 2013

    Excellant

    The whole process from searching on the website to ordering is an outstanding process. Other companies could learn from them.

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  • Posted November 28, 2011

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    Highly recommend this one

    Plot and character development was very interesting, not at all boring. Not much action until the end of the book. The author carried it off very well and I thoroughly enjoyed the read. am looking for ward to the next in the series, which will get into the Korean conflict and the OSS will become the CIA.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 18, 2011

    No finer author!

    No doubt the finest chronicler of military action of our age! No one handles dialog better. Thoroughly researched subject matter and true to historical detail. If you read one, you MUST read them all.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 29, 2011

    Never disappointing

    W. E. B. Griffin is always a good read. The story line is always connected and never lets your attention stray.

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  • Posted July 24, 2011

    Still a great storyteller

    Like so many other reviewers I am a former Marine who really enjoyed WEB's style of writing many years ago, along with Clancy. Having recently renewed my interest in reading through the eyes of a senior citizen I find Clancy too wordy but Griffen as enjoyable as ever. This is a great continuation of all the characters easily recognizable from the earllier "Corps" series.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 24, 2002

    Recommend to all

    Awesome book. Motivates me to want to be a better Marine. Kind of a dream world for even Marines. 5 stars.*****

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 25, 2002

    A must read for Marines

    As a former marine, I find W.E.B. Griffins grasp of the marine esprit de corps and can do attitude refreshing. His characters are likeable and his technical information is very accurate. Semper Fi

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 26, 2001

    I want More!!!

    I have read all of 'The Corps' series over the last three weeks. I couldn't put them down. I am wishing and praying there will be another book. Being a former Marine, and one of the 'heaven help us' females, it was truly a wonderful way for me to look back on some of the history within the Corps and the country.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 23, 2001

    Worth reading twice

    I am a former Marine and started to read the Corps series and developed a loyality to W B Griffin. I am not a serious reader but have not been able to get enough of W B Griffins books. Have read all of his series to date and have several of them twice. Worth every minute of my time.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 7, 2001

    Never a Disappointment

    I purchased Book one of this series the day after I Graduated Marine Corps boot camp, in San Diego, in February 1987. I have since read every one up to and including this one. I have never been disappointed by any of them. Griffin could continue this series until each character dies from old age, and I'd still want more of it. It gives the reader a true understanding of why the Corps is the way it is, and why Marines are the way they are. Keep them coming!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 11, 2000

    Ken McCoy-The adventure continues

    As a former Marine, I have naturally been interested in this series since my sister gave me 'The Corps' (Book 1 of the series.). While the books are fiction, they are written about real situations and are far more historically accurate than most. 'In Dangers Path', number 8 in the series, focuses more on General Pickering than the earlier books, most of which dealt more with Ken McCoy, Whom I see as the main character. As the fortunes of war begin to turn against the Japanese, the need for knowledge of weather conditions around the home islands of Japan becomes apparent to the senior military planners. So a mission is set up to establish a secret weather station in China. The distances will require that this will be a long-term one-way mission for those involved. A mission well suited to the Marines, who are known for their willingness to sacrifice for the success of the mission. The details of the planning and execution of this mission, against nearly insurmountable odds, make this book an excellent choice for the Griffin fan or the newcommer. I would, however, recommend reading all of the books in the series, as Mr. Griffin's character developement is very important to this story. The many characters in this story make it important to know their history and relationships in order to get the most satisfaction from the series. I highly reccomend this book/series, as I do the books in the 'Honor Bound' series, also by W.E.B. Griffin. I anxiously await the next installment in both series'.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 10, 2000

    Just keeps getting better

    Please tell me there are going to be more books in this series. I'm glad for the 'Men at War' series, because it seems to be going in the same direction with different characters, but I look forward to each new installment of this story, with these characters.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 15, 2000

    Can't wait for the next one!

    The regretable thing about reading this book is that I have finished. To say the least an outstanding presentation. Suggest to author that he continue with this line of books which seem to receive wide-spread support.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 5, 2000

    Just What You Expect

    This is exactly what we expect from WEB Griffin. I just wish there were more like him or a couple of clones or some way that makes it so we don't have to wait so long between books.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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