Retreat, Hell! (Corps Series #10)

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It is the fall of 1950. The Marines have made a pivotal breakthrough at Inchon, but a roller coaster awaits them. While Douglas MacArthur chomps at the bit, intent on surging across the 38th parallel, Brigadier General Fleming Pickering works desperately to mediate the escalating battle between MacArthur and President Harry Truman. And somewhere out there, his own daredevil pilot son, Pick, is lost behind enemy lines—and may be lost forever.

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It is the fall of 1950. The Marines have made a pivotal breakthrough at Inchon, but a roller coaster awaits them. While Douglas MacArthur chomps at the bit, intent on surging across the 38th parallel, Brigadier General Fleming Pickering works desperately to mediate the escalating battle between MacArthur and President Harry Truman. And somewhere out there, his own daredevil pilot son, Pick, is lost behind enemy lines—and may be lost forever.

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Publishers Weekly
Megaseller Griffin (Honor Bound; Brotherhood of War; Men at War) musters another solid entry in his series chronicling the history of the U.S. Marines, now engaged in the Korean War. Gen. Douglas MacArthur, nicknamed El Supremo by his subordinates, is taken by surprise when the North Korean Army surges south across the 38th parallel. After early losses, he rallies his troops and stems the tide, but not for long. Intertwining stories of literally an army of characters reveal how MacArthur and his sycophantic staff overlook the entire Red Chinese Army, which is massed behind the Yalu River and about to enter the war. Brig. Gen. Fleming Pickering attempts to mediate the ongoing battles between feisty, give-'em-hell Harry Truman and the haughty MacArthur, while worrying about his pilot son, Malcolm "Pick" Pickering, who has been shot down behind enemy lines. The introduction of the Sikorsky H-19A helicopter into the war by Maj. Kenneth "Killer" McCoy and sidekick Master Gunner Ernie Zimmerman details the invention of tactics that will become commonplace in Vietnam. Readers looking for guts and glory military action will be disappointed, as barely a shot is fired in anger, but fans of Griffin's work understand that the pleasures are in the construction of a complex, big-picture history of war down to its smallest details: "There were two men in the rear seat, both of them wearing fur-collared zippered leather jackets officially known as Jacket, Flyers, Intermediate Type G-1." Veterans of the series will enjoy finding old comrades caught up in fresh adventures, while new-guy readers can easily enter here and pick up the ongoing story. Author tour. (Jan.) Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
In this tenth entry in Griffin's series about the Marine Corps in World War II and Korea (his 30th novel overall), it is fall 1950. McCoy, Pickering, and the others are in the CIA, sniffing out hints that the Chinese Communists will join the war. This puts them at odds with General MacArthur's intelligence people, who feel that such a thing is impossible. Having served in Korea and known many of the players, Griffin has a solid knowledge of the material he presents here. Like his other books, this one is formulaic and predictable, but his many fans will find it hugely entertaining; the Americans are generally so good, so determined, and so skilled that one knows they will win. Still, it should be noted that this book is slower going than its predecessors, as Griffin focuses more on the politics rather than the action of the Korean War. For larger fiction collections. [Previewed in Prepub Alert, LJ 9/1/03.]-Robert Conroy, Warren, MI Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Griffin's 34th blockbuster, tenth in The Corps series (Under Fire, 2002, etc.), which ushered the Marines' X Corps into Korea at that war's start. The present entry ends with the war still in its first year with about three years to go. So, at already a thousand pages, where will this project end? Could be anywhere, since Book VIII (In Danger's Path) left off with the Marines in 1943 while Under Fire leaped ahead to 1950. The same characters are back here, led by Brigadier General Fleming Pickering and his son, Major Malcolm Pickering. At last episode's end, daredevil Malcolm's jet had gone down far behind enemy lines; the new entry picks up with him 58 days on the ground, still trying to get back to friendly territory. Meanwhile, Harry Truman is having big headaches with Douglas MacArthur and fiddles with the idea that he must relieve the Supreme Commander of command. But this quite likely means that MacArthur will retire, run for president as a Republican the following year, and blow Harry out of the catbird seat. With everything now set up, Griffin, who served in Korea, sticks more closely to the action and moves ahead with galvanized self-assurance. Author tour
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780515138610
  • Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 1/28/2005
  • Series: Corps Series, #10
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 640
  • Sales rank: 144,997
  • Product dimensions: 4.12 (w) x 6.75 (h) x 1.00 (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.
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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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Near Chongju, South Korea
0815 28 September 1950

Major Malcolm S. Pickering, USMCR, whose appearance and physical condition reflected that he had not had a change of clothing-much less the opportunity to bathe with soap or shave-since he had been shot down fifty-eight days before sat between two enormous boulders near the crest of a hill.

He thought-but was by no means sure-that he was about twenty miles north of Taejon and about thirty miles south of Suwon. Where he hoped he was, was in a remote area of South Korea where there were few North Korean soldiers, lessening the chance that he would be spotted until he could attract the attention of an American airplane, and have someone come and pick him up.

Those hopes were of course, after fifty-eight days, fading. Immediately after he had been shot down, there had been a flurry of search activity, but when they hadn't found him the activity had slowed down, and-logic forced him to acknowledge-finally ceased.

He wasn't at all sure that anyone had seen any of the signs he left after the first one, the day after he'd been shot down. What he had done was stamp into the mud of a drained rice paddy with his boots the letters PP and an arrow. No one called him "Malcolm." He was called "Pick" and he knew that all the members of his squadron-and other Marine pilots-would make the connection.

The arrow's direction was basically meaningless. If the arrow pointed northward, sometimes he went that way. More often than not, he went east, west, or south. He knew that he couldn't move far enough so that he wouldn't be able to see an airplane searching low and slow for him in the area of the sign left in the mud.

He had left other markers every other-or every third-day since he'd been on the run. The fact that there had been Corsairs flying low over some of the markers-logic forced him to acknowledge-was not proof that they had seen the markers. The Corsairs, when they were not in direct support of the Marines on the ground, went on combined reconnaissance and interdiction flights, which meant that they were flying close to the deck, not that they had seen his markers.

It was too risky to stay in one place, so he had kept moving. He'd gotten his food-and an A-Frame to carry it in-from South Korean peasant farmers, who were anxious to help him, but made it clear they didn't want anyone to know-either the North Korean military or a local Communist-that they had done so. In either case, they would have been shot.

He was, of course, discouraged. Logic forced him to acknowledge that sooner or later, he was going to be spotted by North Koreans, or by someone who would report him to the North Koreans. And if they found him, he would be forced to make a decision that was not at all pleasant to think about.

It wasn't simply a question of becoming a prisoner, although that was an unpleasant prospect in itself. Three times since he had been on the run he had come across bodies-once, more than thirty-of U.S. Army soldiers who, having been captured and after having their hands tied behind them with commo wire, had been summarily executed and left to rot where they had fallen.

If the North Koreans spotted him, and he could not get away, he was going to die. Not with his hands tied behind his back, but very probably by his own hand, unless he was lucky enough to go down with .45 blazing, à la John Wayne. Logic forced him to acknowledge that was wishful thinking, that he couldn't take the risk of going out in a blaze of glory, that he would have to do it himself.

Major Pickering's father was Brigadier General Fleming Pickering, USMCR, who was the Deputy Director of the Central Intelligence Agency for Asia. For obvious reasons, young Pickering could not allow himself to fall into North Korean hands.

It was sort of a moot question anyway. With only five rounds left for the .45, he couldn't put up much of a fight with two North Koreans, much less a platoon of the bastards, or a company.

The hilltop was bathed in bright morning sunlight, the rays of which had finally warmed Major Pickering-it had been as cold as a witch's teat during the night-but had not yet warmed the ground fog in the valley below enough to burn it off.

That meant that Major Pickering could not see what he was looking for, even through the 8 ¥ 35 U.S. Navy binoculars he had somewhat whimsically-if, as it turned out, very fortuitously-"borrowed" from the USS Badoeng Strait just before taking off.

The rice paddy in the valley where he had stamped out the last marker in the mud was covered with ground fog.

He set the binoculars down and went into the bag tied to the A-Frame. There was what was left of a roasted chicken carcass and the roasted rib cage of a small pig. Surprising Major Pickering not at all, both were rotten to the point where trying to eat any of it would be gross folly.

After thinking it over carefully, he decided he would bury the rotten meat before breakfast. He dug a small trench with a K-bar knife and did so, and then went back into the A-Frame bag and took from it three balls of cold rice. The smell they gave off was not appealing, but it was not nausea-inducing, and he popped them one at a time into his mouth and forced them down.

That was the end of rations, which meant that he would have to get some food today. That meant tonight. What he would do was come off the hill, very carefully, and look for some Korean farmer's thatch-roofed stone hut. When he found one, he would keep it under surveillance all day and go to it after dark, entering it with .45 drawn and hoping there would be food offered, and that the farmer would not send someone to report the presence of an American the moment he left.

So far, food had been offered and North Korean troops had not come looking for him at first light. So far, he had been lucky. Logic forced him to acknowledge that sooner or later everybody's luck changed, most often for the worse.

When he drank from his canteen-he had two-he drained it, which meant that when he found a Korean farmer's house and more or less threw himself on their mercy, he would have to stick around long enough to boil water to take with him.

He picked up the binoculars and trained them again on the rice paddy below. The fog had burned off somewhat in the area; he could see the dirt path-it didn't deserve to be called a road-leading to it, but not the rice paddy itself.

"Oh, shit," he said aloud.

Two vehicles were just visible on the path.

They had to be North Koreans. It was entirely possible that these were the first two motorized vehicles ever to move down the path used by ox-drawn carts.

"I'm losing my fucking mind," he said softly, but aloud.

The two vehicles were a jeep and a three-quarter-ton weapons carrier. A large American flag was affixed to the tall antenna rising from the rear of the jeep.

He took the binoculars from his eyes, then squinted his eyes and rolled them around, and then raised them again, hooking the eyepieces under the bone at his eye sockets.

The jeep and the flag it had been flying . . . Jesus Christ, did I really see an American flag?

. . . were no longer in sight in the ground fog, but the rear of the weapons carrier was visible.

There were men holding rifles standing at the back of it, in what looked like U.S. Army uniforms-but he couldn't be sure-

Jesus, they're gooks! What that is, is a captured weapons carrier, with gooks driving it.

And they're right at the paddy when I stomped the signal in the mud!

Jesus Christ, they're looking for me!

How the hell did they know I was here?

Well, if I have trouble seeing them with binoculars, they can't see me, and that's a hell of a distance away.

In what direction did I point the arrow?

South, I pointed it south! I'm north. Maybe they won't even look this way.

And maybe they will.

He took the binoculars from his eyes again and did the eye exercises, and then put the eyepieces back to his eyes.

Another man was now standing at the back of the weapons carrier, a rifle slung from his shoulder. He was at least a foot taller than the others.

Jesus, that's a big gook!

Gook, shit, that's a white man!

Look again. Don't do anything stupid!

He exercised his eyes without removing the binoculars from his face.

When he focused them again there was one more man at the back of the weapons carrier, not quite as tall as the first one but conspicuously larger than the Orientals.

And white. That's a white man.

Those are U.S. Army soldiers.

Or maybe Russians? The Russians would love to grab a downed aviator. And if they are Russians, that would explain the jeep and the weapons carrier.

Shit, those are Americans! I can tell, somehow, by the way they stand.

So what do I do now?

Signal them, obviously. There's no way I can get down this fucking hill in less than thirty minutes. It took me nearly an hour to climb up here.

I could fire the .45.

If they could hear it, which I don't think very likely, they won't be able to tell from which direction the sound came.

If I fire three shots-supposed to be the distress signal-that'll leave me two rounds. And if they can't hear the three shots, they won't be able to recognize the distress signal, and I'm down to two shots.

The signaling mirror!

Where the hell is that?

Jesus, I didn't toss it, lose it, did I?

A frantic search of the bag on the A-Frame turned up the signaling mirror. It was an oblong of polished metal, maybe three by four inches. There was an X-shaped cut in the center of it, presumably to be used as some sort of aiming device-he had never figured out how that worked-to reflect the rays of the sun, and the dots and dashes of the international Morse code were embossed on one side. He had never figured out how you were supposed to be able to send Morse code with the mirror, either.

But the basic idea of the mirror, reflecting the rays of the sun to attract someone's attention, seemed simple enough, and he tried to do that. He was quickly able to focus the reflected light on boulders farther down the hill, and, encouraged by that, tried to direct the light all the way down the hill into the valley, to the rear of the weapons carrier.

He couldn't see the light flashing anywhere in the valley.

He put the binoculars to his eyes again with his left hand and tried to aim the mirror with his right.

He couldn't see a flash of light that way either.

But he saw the two tall guys, the two Americans, vanish from sight, and then the gooks with them . . .

Who the hell are they?

. . . crawled into the bed of the weapons carrier.

And then the weapons carrier backed off the ox path into the edge of the rice paddy. The jeep reappeared . . .

That is an American flag, goddamn it!

. . . and headed the other way down the ox path. The weapons carrier followed it.

In a moment, they were out of sight. Jesus H. Fucking Christ!

Major Pickering, close to tears, in a frustrated rage, threw the signaling mirror down the hill.

He lay on his back between the rocks for a full minute, and then heaved himself erect.

Then he went down the hill and started looking for the mirror.

—from Retreat, Hell by W.E.B. Griffin, Copyright © 2004 G.P. Putnam's Sons, a member of Penguin Group (USA) Inc., all rights reserved, reprinted with permission from the publisher.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 24, 2004

    Read the real deal

    This is not his best. If you want to read the read deal, which reads like a novel, and is one hell of a page turner, you should read 'Breakout: The Chosin Reservoir Campaign, Korea, 1950' by Martin Russ. Semper Fi!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 29, 2015


    He lost consioussness.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 29, 2015


    The creature stood, admiring its work. It gave one final swift kick to Nekos thigh, shattering the bone. It dissapeared.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 6, 2015


    Relax di<_>ckhead he didn't tell me anything.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 25, 2014


    Becomes angry and leaves next rez

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 11, 2014

    Exciting read

    I have read the entire Corps series at least twice, only regret is that Griffin and/or Butterworth have not continued the series beyond #10.

    Greg S, Corporal USMC

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  • Posted June 3, 2011

    Fade Away

    This book was exciting and good at the beginning but it got boring. I want a realistic marine story, not a story about the generals!!!

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  • Posted December 26, 2010

    Too Much Money

    B and N should be pilloried for charging as much for an e book as they do for a print version!

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  • Posted July 1, 2009

    more from this reviewer

    The final far

    This book brings some closure to the characters that have lived in this novel of the Marine Corps. You could start with this book and understand what has come in previous books, but that wouldn't be any where near the fun that you would have, reading the series from the beginning. Ken McCoy and Pick Pickering have grown up considerably since the beginning. They are full of life and you just know that they won't go quietly in to the good night.
    W.E.B. Griffin is an excellent author, and I heartily encourage you to read all of his books if even one of them pique your interest.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 5, 2006

    Entertaining couldnt put it down

    I thought it was another good one. W.E.B. Griffin did it again another suspense and action packed book. I really enjoy reading his books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 2, 2004


    Award winning actor James Naughton has garnered Tonys and won accolades for his screen and TV appearances. He masterfully takes center stage for this no holds barred reading on the Abridged and CD editions of the latest from the literary master of the military W. E. B. Griffin. With the fifth in his series covering the history of the U.S. Marines we are taken to the year 1950 in Korea. General Douglas MacArthur is bent on crossing the 38th parallel and the Yalu River convinced it is safe, that Chinese are not lurking there. However, Major Ken McCoy has an entirely different idea. This is not the only disagreement: as many will remember General MacArthur and President Truman were fighting a different battle of their own. General Fleming Pickering finds himself in the middle of this dispute as tries to bring peace between the two stubborn men. Realistic, raw, and riveting. Don't miss 'Retreat, Hell!'

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 10, 2004

    Action, What action?

    I eagerly anticipate each new installment of 'The Corps'. This one did not live up to the bill. There is plenty of potential for excitement, but those chances are just brushed over. By and large, it's a lot of reading that eventually takes you nowhere. That being said this book is a page turner, but I was left wanting much more.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 19, 2004

    W E B is back Thank GOD!

    I have read every one of his books, and the last two, Under Fire, and Final Justice were very poorly written. This book is back in the style of the early Corps series novels. I was truly happy, and read it straight through.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 4, 2003

    Vintage Griffin

    W.E.B. Griffin fans are going to love RETREAT, HELL! It is a real page turner. After receiving an advance copy from Putman yesterday I began reading and couldn't put down until the very end. It is vintage Griffin and shows time and care in writing that was lacking in his last Corps novel. It has excellent editing (as opposed to the terrible editing in UNDER FIRE.) Action is nonstop with twists and surpises throughout. I could tell you what some of these are but don't want to spoil readers enjoyment. It will go down as one of Griffin's best.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 10, 2004

    Griffin Is Back andOh how we LOVE him.

    The Marine Corps series has been a source of great reading and pleasure for many over the years. Griffin has a style that is hard to beat and can develope a story line and characters better than almost anyone. He can also on rare occasion frustrate his fan base when a story comes out that isnt as crisp as most. The volume leading his Marines into the Korean War was one such book. This is the second in that series. Here the author ammends for that. This is exciting fresh action with energy and plot continuation that shows the authors genius. Old Friends, New Adventures, Historical Insights, and page turning pleasures. Thanks Mr Butterworth.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 10, 2003

    Exciting war drama

    By late September 1950, sent by General Douglas ¿El Supreme¿ MacArthur, the marines make a key landing on the Korean Peninsular. The General plans to send his forces across the 38th parallel in order to repel the North Koreans beyond the Yalu River. Though he expects no Chinese forces, he has USMC Major Ken ¿Killer¿ McCoy and his ¿lost¿ patrol seek enemy information.<P> Meanwhile BG Pickering earns frequent flyer miles as he struggles to lessen the growing dispute between Commander-in-Chief Truman and ex facto supreme commander of the United Nation¿s forces MacArthur. Pickering also has a personal concern with his son ¿Pick¿ missing in action beyond enemy lines. Pick knows if the Commies capture him, they will execute him. He has survived fifty-eight days due to luck, some local help, and by constantly moving about, but staying near his downed plane. Killer finds evidence that Pick still lives, but cannot search for the MIA as he and his men have captured an apparent Intel Officer with information that massive Chinese forces await the Americans.<P> No one does American military history novels better than W.E.B. Griffin does as he shows with this deep look at the early stages of the Korean Conflict. The story line grips the audience from the moment Pick struggles to survive and never lets up. The key as always to the Corps novels (this is the tenth) is the support cast that brings out real events so that the audience feels the battle as much as the political intrigue at home. Genre fans will once again salute the Five Star General for his wonderfully exhilarating book.<P> Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 24, 2003

    Excellent Writer

    Being a police officer I have enjoyed Griffin's novels in reference to police stories. I also enjoy his novels about WWII. I like the way his charaters interact with real life people of that time era. Griffin is an excellent writer.

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