Robert Mercantini

I from a lovely little town in New Jersey, called Bordentown. I enlisted in the U.S. Army when I was 18 and never looked back. I have read many books and have been many places during my time in the military. My qualifications are vast as I have been a member of the special operations community for twenty years and am a scholar of strategy and tactics as well as events of WWII. My expertise in the infiltration and special operations began in 1994 with the completion and graduation from the U.S. Army Ranger School. I am the best bet for any war correspondence for any newspaper or new outlet. Below is a simple taste of my writing.

The sound of silence was no more. The crash of antiaircraft fire exploding around the plane added to the deafening sound of the airplanes Rolls Royce engine. The red light came on interrupting the darkness while my head was screaming because of the fear of dying. The door to the plane opened and the aroma of the French countryside along with the sickening smell of leaking fuel added to the light sweet stench of hydraulic fluid filled the air. It was cool, yet the sweat poured from my face onto the floor of the plane making a small puddle. “Stand Up! The command to stand by the jumpmaster was barely audible over the roar of the wind and airplane engines. “Hook Up!”I saw the sign for ,hook up, rather than hearing it. The place we were to parachute into was near. The town, was St Mere Eglise. Just a little North of the town my guys and I were to parachute into this hedgerow country, link up with the French resistance fighters to shape the battlefield for the eventual invasion of Fortress Europe by the Allies.