The Anzac battlefield on Gallipoli was made for snipers. Scrub, cliffs, spurs and hills meant that both Anzac and Turkish positions often overlooked one another. The unwary or unlucky were prey to snipers on both sides, and the sudden crack of a gunshot and instant death were an ever-present menace. The most successful and most feared sniper of the Gallipoli campaign was Billy Sing, a Light Horseman from Queensland who was almost unique among the Australian troops in having a Chinese-born father. A combination of patience, stealth and an incredible eye made him utterly deadly, with the incredible – and horrifying – figure of over 200 credited "kills". John Hamilton, author of the bestselling Goodbye Cobber, God Bless You, has written an extraordinary account of a hidden side of the campaign – the snipers' war. Following Sing from his recruitment onwards, Hamilton takes us on a journey into the squalor, dust, blood and heroism of Gallipoli, seen from the unique viewpoint of the sniper. Gallipoli Sniper is a powerful and very different account of war and its effect on those who fight.

“A first-rate police thriller.”—Jonathan Kellerman Detective Frank Keogh. He’s a man who trades on nerve and luck—and a cop who’s about to become an executioner’s target. Detective Frank Keogh has a rare gift—for killing. He picked it up in the jungles of Vietnam and perfected it on New York’s mean streets. It’s a talent that comes in handy when you’re a sniper for the NYPD. But over the years his calling has produced a numbness that has his partner worries: Is Frank finding it too easy to pull the trigger now? Then, on a steamy August night in the South Bronx, a cop connected to Frank is found bizarrely murdered. No one really believes that Keogh is capable of such a brutal act . . . until a second savagely mutilated body is found, and the MO echoes a famous case solved by Frank’s father, a retired detective. Suddenly, Frank Keogh is a fugitive, dodging cops and meeting violence as he takes off on a cross-country chase to the Southwest desert . . . desperately searching for the man who framed him—and the father who could be his last, best hope of staying alive. “An epic police thriller . . . crackling with narrative energy . . . and a deep-grained savvy about cop ways and mores.”—Kirkus Reviews

Snipers: skilled, cautious, and keen-eyed shooters who hide and wait for their assigned targets to appear. For a sniper, staying out of view—whether within some bushes or peeking over a rooftop—is job one. But snipers don’t stay hidden for readers of this engrossing book, which pulls back the cover and the camouflage, providing a detailed and inside look at the training, the tools, and the history of how a select few get to be top guns in the U.S. military.

Based on an incredible breadth of first-hand testimony, this is a unique collection of eyewitness accounts from World War I and II. John Walter draws on meticulous research and the reminiscences of more than fifty snipers, tracing their journeys from recruitment and selection through training, combat and its aftermath to reveal a surprising commonality of experience, even across nationalities. Laying bare the triumphs and brutalities of sniping, the personalities and psychologies of those who found themselves doing it and considering the immediate implications on both the sniper and the wider theatre of war, this is a fascinating, detailed insight into frontline combat and the experience of sharpshooting in its historical context.

This wild comedy is set at a toxic waste dump in the Midwest. Three brothers are there to toast the memory of R.V., wife to one and lover to the others, who committed suicide. Roy, the honorary mayor who is dressed as Lincoln to deliver the Gettysburg Address at Fourth of July celebrations, is worried because the town newspaper has revealed that the barrels he imports aren't "food additives" and because his wife now knows about his girlfriend. After brother Moon, a soldier of fortune who has been away killing third world people, talks Roy's wife out of shooting him, R.V. appears looking unchanged by twenty years of being dead. She says the men must march 600 miles to the Washington Monument, naked with a sign that reads "We're Sorry." When their recently deceased mother also appears to chastise them for their sins and for dispersing her ashes at Wendy's instead of Hardee's, the men know what they must do. - Publisher's note.

A decorated member of the Princess of Wales' Royal Regiment recounts his 2004 tour of duty in Iraq, a six-month service of peaceful intentions that were violently altered by hostile attacks by the people of Al Amarah. Reprint. 100,000 first printing.