A republic under attack. A reluctant soldier. An all-out fight for the galaxy’s soul.
David Cohen prays he’ll live to see the other side of his first deployment. His people thought they had left war behind when they fled Earth centuries ago. Time, though, has not dulled the hatred and intolerance of their erstwhile oppressors. To defend his homeland’s freedom, David abandons his dream of becoming a rabbi for the battlefield… and discovers a side of himself he is not sure he can live with.
David’s focus is clear when the bullets are flying. In the long hours after, he must reckon with the toll that blood and blame bring upon his mind. Can he square the tenets of his faith against his responsibility to crew and country? Nothing has prepared him to make decisions that could cause ruin or an end to generations of conflict… except for trust in God, himself, and those who serve under him.
If David Cohen survives it all, who will he be?
Echoes of the Past: Fight the Good Fight is the first book in a military sci-fi trilogy that takes an unflinching look at sacrifice, duty, and the scars left on the minds of those who serve. The trials and tactics of a starship commander are only part of the story… because every soldier faces battles within.
Fight The Good Fight is the first part of a three book trilogy, but does not end on a cliffhanger; it is a fine stand alone introduction to the world of EOTP.
If you love Babylon 5, Safehold, and Destroyermen, you’ll love Echoes of the Past!
David smiled at the memory as he pulled out his personal tablet and went to the video chat function, keying on Sheila’s name. Sheila’s icon showed active, much to his relief. He pressed the button to start a long-distance video chat, and a few seconds later, Sheila’s face popped up on the tablet.
“David, is that you?” she asked with a huge smile on her face.
“David Cohen, the man, the myth, the moron… at your service.”
Sheila rolled her eyes. “I told you to quit making fun of yourself.”
“Old habits die hard. Besides, if I make fun of myself, I’m less likely to be made fun of for my dad’s heroics or whatever it is I’m a target for being hazed on this week. When I was first assigned to the Artemis, I got sent around the ship for two hours looking for a cable stretcher.”
“A cable stretcher? It took you two hours to figure out that was a prank?” Sheila commented with a wry grin and an arched eyebrow.
“Well…for some reason, it made sense at the time,” David replied, his cheeks turning red.
“If it makes you feel better, they got me with hydraulic blinker fluid.”
David laughed out loud. “That’s great.”
“Watch it, Mr. Cohen.”
“I’m still not an officer.”
“Yeah, but somehow you got to Corporal before I did.”
David shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, I’m not sure why.”
“Might have something to do with you going all action hero and taking out half a League combat brigade.”
David gave her a hard look. “One…I was promoted before that…two…I’m still not okay with killing those men.”
“I know. What’s on your mind?”
“We were in another battle today.”
“You wiped out another League combat brigade?”
David shook his head. “No…our XO was killed in action. Along with the navigator. She died right next to me after helping me to move the ship to safety. All she cared about was saving the rest of us…even with a metal bar going through her chest.”
Sheila frowned, her lips pursing together. “I’m so sorry, David. I didn’t realize.”
David shrugged his shoulders. “It’s war. I get it. It’s not going to be the last time I see someone die when I’m posted to the front lines.” David paused for a moment, wrinkling his
forehead. “I’m beginning to think that maybe Major Pipes was right.”
“You mean in asking you to go to OCS?”
“Why? When we talked about it last, you were really adamant that you wanted out of the CDF.”
“I know…I’m just… I wonder if maybe I’m just running away. It’s easy to run away. It’s not easy to stand up and fight. My father used to say that there are three types of people: sheep, wolves, and sheepdogs. He’d say that sheep are the majority of people, good and moral, without a capability to commit violence. Wolves, however, have a thirst for violence and prey on the sheep. Sheepdogs, on the other hand, have the ability to commit violence, but only do so to protect the sheep from the wolves. Dad… was a sheepdog. He ran toward danger, served for twenty years, and I don’t think he feared anyone or anything.”
“So now you’re feeling that it might make sense to stay in?”
“If Major Pipes is right and I do have what he calls natural leadership ability… maybe there’s a way I can help win the war. If we win, that stops the killing. Right?”
“David, if you’re looking for absolution, I can’t give it to you. I can only tell you that I know a life of service in defense of my country is what I need to do, at least today and for the foreseeable future. You’re the only one that can decide if it’s what you need to do.”
“Good advice as always.”
Sheila smiled. “I ought to charge you for it.”
“We did promise to stay in touch…after spending boot camp looking out for one another. Especially that final exercise. That thing was brutal. Forced march throughout the night, live fire exercises… the League has nothing on our drill instructors.”
Sheila laughed. “Yeah, I’ll give you that. Hey, no matter what you decide, David, you’ve got nothing to prove. It’s your life. Your choice. Okay?”
David nodded. “I guess I’ve just got a big choice to make.”
“It sounds like you do.”
“Okay, I’m going to get off this thing before I burn up an entire year’s worth of communications credits.”
“Take care, David. Be safe. Shalom.”
David cracked a smile. “Shalom.” With a button press, her face disappeared.
David put the tablet away and stared at the top of his bunk, repeatedly running through the decision he faced in his mind. I’ve got to do this. I don’t know exactly why, but I can’t turn away from it, he thought as he finally made a choice. He pulled up his personal pad and brought up the mail application. Quickly composing a message to the acting XO, he requested a follow-up meeting with Major Pipes. Then he turned over and went to sleep, rest finding him.