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I, Omega - A Clinical Insight into the West German Death Squad: Jagd Gruppen 101 (1945-1986)

by Galleon Press (co-publisher)

272 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #01-0395; ISBN 1-55212-993-4; US$26.00, C$32.95, EUR21.50, £14.90

The life and death of a top secret military unit designed to speed the reunification of a divided Germany, only to beome a Death Squad. The story of this unit's commander and sole survivor.

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About the Book

The life and death of a top secret military unit designed to speed the reunification of a divided Germany, only to become a Death Squad. The story of this unit's commander and sole survivor.

About the Publisher

    Galleon Press is based in Victoria, BC, and provides literary services to those individuals wishing to write their own stories. I, Omega was created through the combined effort of dozens of individuals who were involved directly or indirectly with the story, and who saw a need for this story to be told to the world.

For more information about services offered by Galleon Press please visit Galleon Press

Excerpt

    I had barely retaken my seat behind the co-pilot when the cockpit of our machine was filled by a blinding flash and then the roar of wind as it passed through the jagged hole tom into the pilot's side of the cockpit. As I turned to look into the cockpit, I noticed that there was a hole punched in the panel separating the co-pilot, and myself that was only a few centimeters from where I had been resting my head. There was silence for the briefest of moments as the machine was filled by a shower of steel splinters, then came the agonized screams and bloody sprays from the men as their bodies were torn apart by these missiles.
    We had flown headlong into the accurate fire of a 23mm Quad position sitting within a depression just over the rise of this outcrop and it was now turning our helicopter into a flying scrap heap. The initial burst had completely destroyed the left hand side of the cockpit and having cut the pilot's body in half at about the mid-chest level, which now hung secured by the seat's harness out of the hole where once a door had been. Not only had our pilot been killed, but also the round that nearly got me had taken off the co-pilot's left arm at the shoulder and now he was fixated on his missing limb.
    I managed to pull myself up into the cockpit, where I unbuckled the pilot's corpse and let it fall out of the aircraft so that I could take its place behind the controls. By this point the desert floor was rushing rapidly up to meet us, so I grabbed the cyclic stick and tried to pull the nose of our craft skyward. As I struggled with it, my ears were filled with the screams from the co-pilot whose death grip on the cyclic stick was pushing us ever closer to a fatal crash. Needing him torelease his grip if I was going to lessen the impact of our inevitable crash, I drove a punch squarely into the side of his bloodied face.
    The shock of this blow caused him to stop screaming and for a moment he looked at me like a wild animal when it is trapped, then he seemed to realize that we were still in the air. With a panicked jerk of the cyclic stick the nose of the machine lurched skywards as I tried to maintain a degree of control over the helicopter, which was still taking rounds from the ground. I knew that there would be no way for the co-pilot to get us on the ground with only one arm and his life flowing out of the ragged hole where his left arm had been.
    With assistance from one of the uninjured commandos, I had the co-pilot pulled into the passenger compartment so that I could try and regain control over the machine. Working the controls, which were now almost unresponsive, I managed to regain a level of control only to discover that we were now on fire and so the need to get on the ground took on an added sense of urgency. I pulled back as hard as I could on the cyclic control and pushed the collective stick to the floor, which caused the helicopter to descend rapidly with its nose high in the air.

News Release

Young men bred to be military predators, struggled to unify a divided and occupied Fatherland.

CONTACT: Francois D.F. Schärer at (250) 704-6478
(email GalleonPress@excite.com)

    Isolated deep in Southern Germany's mountains during the Cold War, 18 young men came of age with a purpose. Within this isolation they were to become the ultimate instruments of their fathers' ideology in the true story I, OMEGA, co-published by Galleon Press.
    I, OMEGA follows the lives of these young men, programmed to be the ultimate predators of the human species that would see them slaughter thousands before they were ultimately consumed by their own evil. The story takes the reader from the unit's involvement with the Mujahedeen against the Red Army in Afghanistan, to the 1982 bombing of the Marine Barracks in Beirut, and the 1985 downing of Arrow Air Flight 1285 in Gander, Canada.
    Compiled through the efforts of dozens of individuals directly or indirectly involved with the events, I,OMEGA it is the end result of these individuals' desire to ensure that the gripping account of this unique military project is not lost to history.
    "The story behind I, OMEGA finds its origins in a group of like-minded former officers of the Waffen SS who had long been disillusioned with the direction the Third Reich had taken. These men believed that their nation should be preserved from the contamination of foreign influences and should be re-unified regardless of the cost from those they saw as the forces of occupation following the end of the Second World War," explains Galleon Press' Editor-in Chief, Francois Schärer.
    "I, OMEGA is not so much the story of these men as it is about their sons who were committed from birth to a venture that tapped into the darkest aspects of human nature.
    "The best way to describe I, OMEGA is that it is a study of what can happen when an ideology is allowed to run unchecked and the lengths that some men are willing to go to ensure the continuation of that ideology," Schärer explains. "What we hope people take away from I, OMEGA is that regardless of how good a cause's intentions are at the onset, there is an inherent evil within humanity that if left unchecked will ultimately destroy the original intent of the cause."
    I, OMEGA ends from the viewpoint of its sole surviving member, the unit's commanding officer and his life since the death of his command.

For review copies or interviews, contact Galleon Press at (250) 704-6478 (email at GalleonPress@excite.com).

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