A CLASSIC OF MILITARY SF FROM THE NEW YORK TIMES BEST-SELLING AUTHOR OF THE HONOR HARRINGTON SERIES RINGSIDE FOR THE Apocalypse There he was in his sailboat in the middle of the Atlantic, all alone and loving it.
Their impossible aerobatics were bad enough--but.
Then came the UFOs, hurtling in from the Outer Black to overfly the carriers at Mach 17.
Well, there was a US Navy carrier group on his southern horizon, but Richard Ashton was a Navy guy himself, so he didn\'t mind.
A CLASSIC OF MILITARY SF FROM THE NEW YORK TIMES BEST-SELLING AUTHOR OF THE HONOR HARRINGTON SERIES RINGSIDE FOR THE Apocalypse There he was in his sailboat in the middle of the Atlantic, all alone and loving it