Tiger Attack: Heroes of the 82nd Airborne Book 1

By Todd McLeod and Eric Meyer

A parachute jump into history. The early hours of June 6th, 1944, and the beginning of the battle to sweep the Germans all the way back to Berlin and beyond.

Before the landings can take place, paratroops have to take and hold strategic crossings to hold back the German armor. Not everything went to plan.
A bridge outside a remote French town, vital for the Germans and vital for the Allies. Company B is traveling in C-47s when their aircraft are hit by flak, and First Platoon jumps into the darkness, dispersed across the entire region of Normandy. A few men land close to the objective. And close to a unit of SS. The company commander is not amongst them, wounded after a bad landing and taken prisoner.

They reach the bridge, and have more obstacles to taking and holding it than they can believe. Including the ominous threat of enemy armor, forging up from the south to throw the Allies back into the sea. And the discovery the CO is a prisoner in a nearby town. Of the Gestapo. Threatened with torture to reveal what he knows about he invasion. And death when they’ve extracted everything his fate will be a hard and brutal death. A hard fight has become an impossible fight against overwhelming odds. Yet it is a fight they cannot lose. No matter what the cost.

Heroes of the 82nd Airborne Book 1 – Tiger Attack is the first shortread fiction set during the Second World War. The book is a collaboration between Todd McLeod and Eric Meyer, the bestselling author of more than fifty war novels.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Swordworks Books
• Release date: Aug 25, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005674915

Book preview

TIGER ATTACK

By Todd McLeod & Eric Meyer

BOOK 1 OF THE HEROES OF THE 82ND AIRBORNE SERIES

SHORT FICTION

Copyright 2020 by Todd McLeod & Eric Meyer

Published by Swordworks Books

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Chapter One

Multiple flak shells exploded too close for comfort, and the C-47 pitched and rolled like a ship tossed in a violent storm. The pilot put the nose down in a desperate maneuver to avoid the flak and the searchlights.

We’re over the French coast, 2nd Lieutenant Frank Bond shouted into the din of the cabin. Bond was short and slight like a successful long distance runner. Pale-skinned, his dark, sharp eyes were constantly looking everywhere, as if to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything. He took pride in taking care of his unit.

Every space inside the fuselage was crammed with paratroopers. Men festooned with the tools of their trade, parachute harnesses, chutes tucked behind them. Webbing, canteen, supplies, weapons, spare ammo, every man helmeted. And every man saying a silent prayer inside his head.

PFC Ray Cassidy was sandwiched between his buddy PFC Harry Byrd and the Company Commander, Captain John Pryce. A stand-up guy for an officer, Pryce had been an accountant in civilian life. Despite his sedentary occupation, he was anything but soft. He’d taken to Airborne like a duck to water, worked out, trained hard, and studied every military manual he could lay hands on. By the time they took off from the English airfield he was prepared to take on anything, especially the Nazis. Pryce was a warrior. He was Airborne.

Ray thanked his lucky stars for his short and wiry stature. Squashed between the two men the journey would’ve been even more excruciating for a bigger man. Crammed inside a metal tube, flying through the night sky with nothing to see but exploding flak shells. Unlike his normal environment, the outdoors, where he was in his element searching the woods for game, and he’d frequently tracked an animal for hours. Enjoying the admiring glances when he got to his girlfriend’s house and