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A Soldier's Journey

Author: Paul W. Feenstra is a historical fiction novelist. Meticulously researched and detailed, his character driven novels create a dramatic window into our chronicled and complex past. Born in Wellington, New Zealand, in 1959, to Dutch immigrants, Paul still commutes to Los Angeles, California, where he worked as a multiple ‘Emmy’ nominated entertainment industry professional. Believing God speaks to him through the archangel Gabriel, and anointed with powers, Te Ua unites his people through a common cause. He is determined to drive the imperial oppressors from Maori land and return New Zealand to the righteous. In early 1860’s New Zealand, the beautiful region of Taranaki is engulfed in a brutal land war. Continuing with its unpopular policy, the New Zealand government, bolstered by British soldiers, seeks punitive and severe action against rebel Maori who openly resist the Government’s determined effort to confiscate their lands. With regular army forces ill equipped to fight in the wilderness, the specialist highly trained ‘Forest Rangers’ are tasked to pursue rebel Maori deep into the rugged bush clad hills. The Rangers newest recruit, Moana (Ira) Rangitira, a veteran of the Crimean war, shows remarkable and unusual skills, Maori fear and call him, ‘The ghost who walks’. Ira faces challenges that test his will to survive, and can he protect what is closest to his heart, or has everything been destroyed? ‘The Breath of God’ is the first novel in the Moana Rangitira adventure series.

Paul W. Feenstra · Histoire
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116 Chs

Chapter 113

The doctor waved a bloody instrument in the direction of another door at the far end of the small surgery and then continued probing the wound, seeking to remove bits of cloth that could cause infection. McDonald groaned. Ira and Potter walked through the door and found Edgar Armstrong and Ben Timmons lying beneath bloodstained sheets. The pallor of death replaced life, vitality and friendship.

Edgar was shot through the heart; Ben had been stabbed in the abdomen. Restoring their dignity, Ira replaced the sheets and stood in respectful silence, head bowed. Both soldiers had seen a fair share of death through war and violence, but they had not lost feeling, nor were they immune to grief.

"We have work to do, Iho," said Ira, breaking the moment with a deep breath.

They returned to the doctor, who was suturing the entrance wound on McDonald's back. Ira crouched near Wayne's face.

"Doctor, can you please leave us for a minute. Take a short break?" Ira asked.