I'm No Hero: Green Berets Liberate a Village from the Taliban: A Carlos McCrary Special Forces Suspense Thriller, #1

By Dallas Gorham

A military thriller that tells the exciting adventure of the Green Berets warriors who rescue a village in Afghanistan from the Taliban. The suspense builds when the Special Forces arrive to an ambush…



On a clear night in June 2006, Special Forces Operation Detachment Alpha 777, the Triple Seven, gets their mission: The Green Berets are to liberate a village in the mountains of Afghanistan from a ruthless Taliban blockade which is starving the people to death. The village’s crime? They educated girls in the village school.

A courageous young boy from the village sneaks through the hot summer night to escape the Taliban blockade. He runs ten miles barefooted to get help, arriving at an Afghan National Army garrison with bloody feet. He seeks the help of Afghan Major Ibrahim Malik. But Malik knows that his ANA small force is no match for the well-armed Taliban terrorists. Malik and the boy come to the Green Berets of the Triple Seven for help.

The Taliban have a larger force, heavily armed with Kalashnikov AK-47s and rocket-propelled grenades. The Green Berets must rely on their equipment, their training, and themselves.

This is a story of Sergeant Carlos "Chuck" McCrary, a Mexican-American Green Beret, and his team of special forces brothers who risk their lives to save two thousand Afghan townspeople they have never met. Chuck and his fellow Special Forces soldiers live the motto: “We own the night.” They set off in the darkness to defeat the Taliban and break the blockade. But when the soldiers of the Triple Seven don their night vision goggles and show up in the dark hours to liberate the village, they are surprised and outnumbered by an ambush of heavily-armed Taliban terrorists.

The soldiers of Team Triple Seven must fight for their lives, or the villagers won’t be the only ones the Taliban wipe out.


A word from the Author

When I read the inspiring story of the courageous then-Corporal (now Sergeant) Clifford M. Wooldridge, U.S. Marine, and his battle with the Taliban, I had to bring such heroism to a wide audience. Our service members put their lives on the line for us every day. Whether they are Marines like Sergeant Wooldridge, Navy SEALS like Marcus Luttrell (whose book Lone Survivor also inspired me), or U.S. Soldiers (represented by my fictional Green Beret Sergeant Carlos McCrary), these heroes deserve our gratitude and prayers every day.


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Carlos McCrary Series eBook Categories:

Mystery Series
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Private Detective Novels
Thrillers and Mysteries
Thriller Detective Series

• Language: English
• Publisher: Seven Oaks Publishing LLC
• Release date: Mar 18, 2014
• ISBN: 9780991585106

Book preview

I'm No Hero

Operational Detachment Alpha 777

Alpha Company, 3rd Battalion

7th Special Forces Group (Airborne), Team 7

Mountains of Central Afghanistan, June 2006

Sergeant Chuck McCrary had spent most of his watch crouched behind two Volkswagen-sized boulders at the top of a rocky foothill. His knees were killing him. Why do they call it standing guard when I spend most of my time hiding in the rocks? He was two days into the Triple Seven’s training mission. No one had shot at him yet, so he couldn’t really complain. He yawned in the dry night air and started to relax.

A scraping sound on the rocks below snapped him back to full alert. He raised his sound-suppressed carbine and peered down the scrubby hill through his night vision goggles. Two ghostly green images climbed toward him on the rock-strewn trail. McCrary’s gut knotted as he recognized the distinctive shape of a Kalashnikov AK-47 slung over the shoulder of the larger figure. He steadied the crosshairs in the center of the man’s chest, but kept his finger off the trigger.

The man made no effort to be stealthy. If anything, he seemed to want to be noticed. His cigarette glowed brightly through McCrary’s NVG. Probably Afghan National Army, but Taliban have been known to wear ANA uniforms.

A smaller figure limped badly next to the man. Either a woman or child. Gotta be a boy. No woman would be out here with a man unless he was her husband or a family member. And no man in his right mind would bring a female family member out at night in this neighborhood.

The two stopped fifty yards from McCrary’s post. The glowing cigarette flew off the trail into the darkness. A splash of sparks marked its landing spot. Yeah, he wants to attract my attention.

A flashlight flicked on, and McCrary flipped up his goggles to avoid being blinded.

The taller figure waved the flashlight. I am Major Ibrahim Malik, he called in accented English. I have a local boy with me. May we approach? He lit up his own bearded face with the flashlight so McCrary could see the ANA rank insignia on his brown beret.

The knot in McCrary’s gut loosened a little. He lowered his carbine but kept it at the ready. Come on up.

Malik and the boy climbed the dusty hillside to where McCrary waited. He aimed his flashlight at the boy, who wore a shapeless tunic over ragged pants, his bare