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Climber's Reward

    The decade of the sixties was unlike any other time frame in history. Those who matured in this era have a common fear. They are afraid their children will grow up like them. Don't get mad, its a semi-joke. The strictness of parents who had fought and survived World War 2 produced a rebellious breed because excessive authority causes rebellion just about every time. It is a bit scary to think of folks from this generation with their finger on the nuclear button.
      My newest novel is called Climber's Reward. Its about a guy named Beck Oswald who becomes a man while the Vietnam War is still rockin' and rollin'. Beck goes to Vietnam to escape from a prison sentence. While there he gets involved with the Phoenix Program and is tasked with assassinating KGB agents and Vietcong leaders. When he returns to the states he falls into a similar line of work, that of a contract killer. Meanwhile, he's in therapy, trying to deal with his issues.
     He has few friends, but the few he has are an odd bunch. One of the great baseball pitchers of all time, a lady who writes romance novels and two men who he served with in the army. The story covers Beck's entire life and is pretty cool, if I say so myself. Don't read it if you can't stand mature subject matter. Another caution statement: this book is not meant to glorify stupidity. It merely tells a fictional story about a very odd time in America.
    One more thing. If you find typos in the book, please don't tell me. It was the worst book to edit that I've ever done. I found about 250 errors and corrected them. I know! That really is bad. Here's the link if you choose to check it out.
    http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/50199

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