Boyd Cable: 12 books

The war above the battle lines of the First World War is brought to life in these tales of the cavalry of the skies. However, by and large, the knights of the air were not much given to self-publicity that their exploits and effectiveness entitled them to. Writing under a pseudonym, Boyd Cable, who...

"...The attack on the wood had begun soon after dawn, and it was no more than 8 a.m. when the Corporal was dropped badly wounded in the advance line of the attack where it had penetrated about four hundred yards into the wood. But it was well into afternoon before he sufficiently woke to his...

In this gripping collection of World War I stories, author Boyd Cable employs the innovative method of using actual battlefield dispatches as the backbone around which he builds his gritty, unflinching tales of wartime bravery, tragedy, pluck and triumph.

IT was fiercely hot inside the hut, although the click and snap of the tin roof spoke of its cooling now that the sun was off it. The men eating their supper at the long deal table sat with shirt sleeves rolled up and collars open at the throat, and the sweat drops glistening on their browned faces,...

By manhood blood of birth and brood, That loves the fight that wins to love; By breath we drew of woman, too, That sets the prize aught else above; By that and this, by blow and kiss, By Nature beaten to her knees, The prize that’s wet with blood and sweat Lies closer to the heart for these.

"...The attack on the wood had begun soon after dawn, and it was no more than 8 a.m. when the Corporal was dropped badly wounded in the advance line of the attack where it had penetrated about four hundred yards into the wood. But it was well into afternoon before he sufficiently woke to his...

IT is possible that this book may be taken for an actual account of the Somme battle, but I warn readers that although it is in the bulk based on the fighting there and is no doubt colored by the fact that the greater part of it was written in the Somme area or between visits to it, I make no claim...

This book, all of which has been written at the Front within sound of the German guns and for the most part within shell and rifle range, isan attempt to tell something of the manner of struggle that has gone on for months between the lines along the Western Front, and moreespecially of what lies behind and goes to the making of those curt andvague terms in the war communiqués.

This book has been written at the Front within sound of the German guns and for the most part within shell and rifle range It is an attempt to tell something of the manner of struggle that has gone on for months between the lines along the Western Front in WW I.

It was fiercely hot inside the hut, although the click and snap of the tin roof spoke of its cooling now that the sun was off it. The men eating their supper at the long deal table sat with shirt sleeves rolled up and collars open at the throat, and the sweat drops glistening on their browned faces,...

This book, has been written at the Front within sound of the German guns and for the most part within shell and rifle range, is an attempt to tell something of the manner of struggle