When the Moon Was Blood

More than a mile away and turning, a silvery shadow momentarily etched against the rising sun, the Zero was readying for a return, the beatof its radial engine drumming across the water as it prepared for another strafing run. And with alloptions seemingly exhausted Dawber knew that this time there would be no escaping the certain death spitting from its wing mounted machine guns...The Pacific. August 1942. As a Special Forces 'Z' team desperately try to escape a Japanese ambush and reach the relative safety of MilneBay, Papua New Guinea, a drama of a different kind is playing out at the Australian Army'smilitary HQ in Townsville. A well placed spy is feeding vital information to the enemyjeopardising every mission behind enemy lines as the threatened invasion of Australia looms large.As part of a desperate attempt to put the marauding Imperial Japanese Forces on the wrong track and hopefully in the process unmask the traitor known as The Bird, Mick Dawber and his small team of irregulars are sent back into the impenetrable jungle on one last mission and this time the stakes are higher than ever before.For Mick has been lied to, set up, by his own side in the dirtiest game of all. But then, when it comes to playing dirty, Mick, Preacher and Face wrote the book.Failure was not an option. Not when revenge was the name of the game.