Black Autumn – A Post-Apocalyptic Saga – Black Autumn 01 by Jeff Kirkham and Jason Ross
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Overview: When it finally happened, even elite soldiers could scarcely keep their families alive…
An already weakened U.S. economy crumbles after a rogue nation detonates a small nuclear bomb in a Los Angeles port.
The disastrous economic domino effect known as “Black Autumn” threatens a group of Special Forces vets, their families, and friends, leaving serious doubt that their skills and fortitude will be enough to bridge the deadly gap between modern society and an epoch of American savagery.
Black Autumn is a survival/military thriller, post-apocalyptic saga, Book One of the ReadyMan Series. The four books of the Black Autumn Companion Series occur during the same seventeen days of the collapse of America as Black Autumn and can be read in any order: The Last Air Force One , and Black Autumn: Travelers (now available), and coming in 2019: Black Autumn: Conquistadors , and Black Autumn: Gunslingers. * *
Review
“From overall plot to technical details this book is on the mark. ‘Black Autumn’ is a page turner with well developed characters, plot, and plausible story line. I give it the highest of recommendations.” William R. Forstchen , bestselling author of “One Second After
“Very rarely do I get to read an Apocalyptic Thriller that is believable, Black Autumn does it. This could happen. I kept asking myself as I read the book, Are you prepared? Terrorists headed to LA with a nuke, I was cheering them on. Seriously this is a great read, so realistic I felt like I was there. Jeff and Jason made me think. I normally only read history, I just hope someday this doesn’t become true history. Scared for the players, scared for America, and scared for those who are not prepared for the worst. This is a great read. I love this book. It is as real as it gets, nice to read something from a man who has actually been there, done it, and has the hidden scars to show for his service. A must read for any military or civilian who wants to be prepared. Awesome read, I caution you this book will make you do some soul searching, I know I did. I loved this book.”
Sergeant Major (retired) Kyle Lamb , Founder, Viking Tactics Inc. and Author of Leadership in the Shadows
“I couldn’t put it down and was drawn into the characters and the ugly world. Do yourself a favor and read Black Autumn , then give it to your friends and family. Everyone should read this book.” A. American , Chris Weatherman, author of the ” Going Home” series of survival novels
“Black Autumn is a compelling post-apocalyptic saga of Special Forces veterans who come together to protect and guide a group of peppers after a crippling series of events to the United States. It’s a timely, and profound, warning to preppers, and people everywhere, who underestimate what it would take to survive the chaos and mayhem of a grid-down situation on a national scale. As a prepper myself, it’s an eye-opening wake-up call.” L.L. Akers, author of “The SHTF Series”
“Black Autumn by Jeff Kirkham and Jason Ross is sure to be a standout in the post-apocalyptic category. No honest reader can complete the work without experiencing a battery of emotions. There will be anger, trepidation, some anxiety and perhaps shame or a sense of dread. Apathy, however, is a feeling that no thinking person will still possess by the final chapter. Though fiction, Black Autumn is built around a very real set of circumstances and the reality is that our current world seems to be held together by rods of glass. Whether a nuclear bomb, plague, or terrorist attack, the trigger is not so important as the cold realization that our national infrastructure and people are at the same time the most modern and the most fragile they have been in national history.” Paul G. Markel , Amazon Bestselling Author, Radio and TV Host, United States Marine
From the Author
Prologue
Mongratay Province, Afghanistan
Jeff Kirkham’s adrenaline spiked before he even knew why, his subconscious recognizing the blue-white trail of a rocket propelled grenade as it whistled into his column of trucks. The low growl of a PKM machine gun and a swarm of AK-47s joined the chorus as the battlefield roared to life.
This had been the wrong place to drop overwatch, and it had been Jeff’s bad call. He rocked forward, squinting through the filthy windshield, hoping he wasn’t seeing what he was seeing. Some of his best men were in the Corolla, still the lead vehicle, and they were hanging way out in the wind.
Jeff rode in the passenger seat of the command truck toward the back of the column with his shorty AK wedged between his butt and the door. Only the medical truck lagged behind them.
Endless hours of experience and training kicked in, and Jeff launched from his seat, slamming the passenger door forward, pinning it with his boot to keep it from bouncing back. He cleared his rifle and rolled out of the truck, scrambling for cover behind the rear axle. None of their vehicles offered much in the way of cover, and their best play was to fight through the ambush. Getting everyone turned around and moving back the way they had come wasn’t an option.
As soon as Jeff reached the rear of the column, he ran into Wakiel, a tall, sinewy Afghan from the Panshir Valley. They had worked together for years. In broken Dari, Jeff ordered Wakiel to gather his squad for a flanking maneuver. Wakiel chattered into his radio and, within a few moments, the assault squad piled up behind the medical truck, ready to roll.
Jeff didn’t remember the Dari word for “flank,” so he just stabbed a knife hand up and to the left. His Afghani assaulters knew what to do and they were hot to fight.
The twelve of them, including Jeff, sprinted up the closest ravine, working to gain altitude so they could drop down on the Taliban-infested ridge line. As he pounded up the hill, Jeff could see the Corolla getting mauled in the middle of the bowl. One glance at the car told Jeff he would have men to mourn when the dust settled.
At forty-three years of age, it almost didn’t matter how fit Jeff was. Running straight up a mountain in body armor at seven thousand feet made him feel like a lung was going to pop out of his mouth. He had been born with the furthest thing from a “runner’s physique.” Between his Irish genes and a thousand hours on the weight bench, Jeff could fight eyeball to eyeball with a silverback gorilla. He had no neck, a foot-thick chest, huge arms, and thighs the size of tree trunks. Like most of the Special Forces operators getting on in age, Jeff didn’t mind a bit of a belly bulge sticking over his waistband. His enormous upper body mass and the belly bulge added up to dead weight, though, when running up a mountain in Afghanistan in the middle of a fire fight.
He wasn’t about to let Wakiel and his guys get away from him, so Jeff drove harder up the sand and moon dust, his boots filling with gravel and debris, his throat burning like he was sucking on a blow torch. They had been pushing up a ravine and, as they crested the hill, Jeff could see they were now abovethe Taliban force.
“Shift fire. Shift fire.” Jeff coughed into the radio as his assault team reached the top. Jeff knew his men would plow straight into the Taliban positions without considering that their truck column below, with more than a dozen crew-served machine guns, was pounding that area with everything they had.
“Shift fire, copy?” Jeff heaved for air, trying to gulp down oxygen and listen intently at the same time.
“Roger. Shifting fire up and right,” one of the other Green Berets with the column replied, no doubt running up and down the string of trucks trying to get control of sixty adrenaline-crazed Afghani commandos and their belt-fed machine guns.
With his command job done, Jeff launched into the fight himself, hammering rounds from his AK and catching up to his men. They leapfrogged from one piece of cover to the next, driving down on the Taliban positions.
Jeff dove behind a huge boulder and flopped to one side, crabbing around the rock and catching a full view of the battlefield. By climbing high up the hillside, he and his assault team had side-doored the Taliban force and he could see lengthwise into several foxholes filled with enemy. Jeff pushed his AK around the edge of the boulder and dumped rounds into one open foxhole after another, dropping some men to the ground and forcing others to leap out of their trenches and flee into the open. When they did, the truck column in the valley below cut them to pieces…
(Author’s note: based on a true story.)
Genre: Fiction > Mystery/Thriller
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