In November, 1941, Commander Anson McDonald is suddenly transferred from a career in destroyers to a senior staff position in a carrier task force—just in time to be plunged into the U.S. Navy’s most desperate war. In this tale of what-if, he learns things he never knew about leadership as he assists his C.O., Rear-Admiral Erwin Rommel, the Ocean Fox, in dramatically changing the scenes of World War II’s Pacific Theater.
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A Delightful Diversion for those Fascinated by WWII at Sea This review avoids (I hope!) spoilers. This book was nothing less than a delightful surprise that exceeded all my expectations. Only some VERY MINOR issues correspond with it being a first novel. Mr. Jackson's deep and authoritative knowledge of the Naval War in the Pacific manifests itself throughout this engrossing and utterly believable voyage through alternate history. He very wisely works actual events, weapons and their effects into a narrative that kept this particular naval historian guessing, which I delighted to do! I enjoyed a merry sense of humor in 'easter eggs' for naval and speculative fiction buffs, I caught many and undoubtedly missed a few. He handles characterization and dialog quite well. Mr. Jackson pleasantly indulged in his prerogative as a writer in sparing the lives of many a fallen hero of the Great War and his BIGGEST indulgence of all--Erwin Rommel as an American admiral--is far more reasonable and believable than I had dared to hope it would be. And I am about as informed a reader as Mr. Jackson could hope for--or dread! I devoured this monster in huge chunks, and have partly re-read it, finding only more to praise. Every time I had a criticism... 'Oh, they've gone too long without the unexpected happening,' 'Where are the 'Long Lance' torpedoes?' I found myself ambushed, and enjoying the experience. There are areas with which I should like to quarrel with Mr. Jackson over drinks, such as the efficacy of the British 15" naval rifle--but not a trace of regret in my investment of money and time. The hiccups are minor--the problems with the command facilities of the Yorktown class are solved, if we ever build them again, there are some rather long diversions into the mechanics of WWII staffwork--but one gets through those, and back down to a version of WWII not really less probable and every bit as fascinating as the original course of events has proved. I do not think those following my recommendation will chide me.