[Buckley] knew the Big Gator had gone down badly, had watched it as he hung
from his chute, a sheet of flame that blew past him, a swirling mass of
metal. There had been other parachutes, and he thought of that now, how
many? There were . . . three? I hope to God, maybe more. The gunners,
probably. The lieutenant. No, not him. I'll bet he flew the damn thing right
into the ground. He scanned the land around him, trees close on two sides,
thick black smoke rising beyond. That's gotta be us. Need to get there, see
if anyone else . . .
He saw them now, men running toward him, one with a rifle, another with a
long sword. They were civilians. The talk began in a fast flow, all in
German, the man with the rifle pointing it at Buckley's head. There was fury
in them all, magnified by the words they screamed at him, a chorus of hate.
And now another voice, more men coming from the trees: soldiers. Buckley
felt a burst of fear, saw one man in a black uniform, surely an officer, and
the man was among the civilians now, shouts of his own, but not at Buckley.
The civilians were arguing, seemed reluctant to obey this man, continued
their shouts, but it was clear the man in the black uniform had the power.
After sharp words between them, they backed away. There were parting curses,
and Buckley could feel the anger, tried not to look at them. They shouted
still at the soldiers, but it was muted, more soldiers coming out of the
woods, running toward them, toward this newfound prisoner.
The officer moved close to him, bent low, pointed to his belt. Buckley
realized now, I'm still wearing the .45. The officer said something, one
soldier putting his rifle under Buckley's chin. Buckley felt the steel,
tried to force a smile, raised his hands slowly above his head. The officer
grabbed the pistol from Buckley's holster, rolled it over in his hands,
admiring. My pleasure, you Kraut son of a bitch. But the words stayed in
Buckley's mind, and he still forced the smile, fought to keep from shaking.
The rifleman backed away, and the officer motioned for him to stand, said
something Buckley didn't understand. Then one word he did.
"Cigaretten?"
"No thanks."
But the man was not offering, he was pointing to Buckley's pockets. Buckley
nodded, motioned with his head. "Oh yeah, got a pack of Luckies here. All
yours, pal."
The officer reached into Buckley's pocket, found the prize, returned the
smile now, gave an order to the soldiers, who gathered close to Buckley, the
clear signal it was time to move. The officer led them away, and Buckley saw
the man light one of the cigarettes. Buckley said in a low voice, "Hope you
enjoy those, you bloody Kraut bastard."
The officer stopped, still smiling, said, "Yes, I will."
Excerpted from NO LESS THAN VICTORY by Jeff Shaara. Copyright (c) 2009 by
Jeffrey M. Shaara. Reprinted by arrangement with The Random House Publishing
Group.
With his bestselling novels, The Rising Tide and The Steel Wave, master storyteller Jeff Shaara painted two unforgettable portraits of World War II, taking us from the epic clashes between Germany and the Allies in the North African desert in 1942-43 to the beginning of the assault on Fortress Europe that began with D-Day in 1944. No Less Than Victory is the crowning achievement in Shaara’s soaring trilogy, revealing the European war’s unforgettable and harrowing final act.
After the resounding success of the Normandy invasion, the Allied commanders are buoyantly confident that the war in Europe will be over in a matter of weeks, and that Hitler and his battered army have no other option than surrender. But despite the advice of his best military minds, the Führer will hear no talk of defeat. In mid-December, 1944, the Germans launch a desperate and ruthless counteroffensive in the Ardennes forest, utterly surprising the unprepared Americans who stand in their way. Through the frigid snows of the mountainous terrain, German tanks and infantry struggle to realize Hitler’s goal: divide the Allied armies and capture the vital port at Antwerp, Belgium. The attack succeeds in opening up a wide gap in the American lines, and for days, chaos and bewilderment reign in the Allied command. Thus begins the Battle of the Bulge, the last gasp by Hitler’s forces—an epic battle that becomes a horrific slugging match that sees some of the most brutal fighting of the war. As American commanders respond to the stunning challenge, the German spear is finally blunted.
Though some cooler heads in the Nazi inner circle continue to struggle to secure Germany’s postwar future, the Führer—megalomaniacal even in the face of certain disaster—makes it clear that he is fighting to the end. He will spare nothing, not even German lives, to preserve his twisted vision of a “Thousand-Year Reich.” But in May, 1945, the German army collapses at last, and with Russian troops closing in, Hitler commits suicide in his Berlin bunker. As the Americans sweep through the German countryside, they unexpectedly encounter the worst of Hitler’s crimes, the concentration camps, and young GIs find themselves absorbing firsthand the horrors of the Holocaust.
Presenting his riveting account through the eyes of Eisenhower and Patton and the young GIs who struggle face-to-face with their enemy, and through the eyes of Germany’s old soldier, Gerd von Rundstedt, and Hitler’s golden boy, Albert Speer, Jeff Shaara carries the reader on a journey that defines the spirit of the soldier and the horror of a madman’s dreams. No Less Than Victory further solidifies Shaara’s reputation as this era’s most accomplished author of historical military fiction.
Hardcover: 464 pages
Publisher: Ballantine Books Inc./Random House ( November 03, 2009 )
Item #: 77-2611
ISBN: 9780345497925
Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 8.25 x 1.13 inches
Product Weight: 18.0 ounces

I felt that this was another winner from Jeff Shaara. I have enjoyed the whole WWII series. This book was not my favorite, I think "The Steel Wave" was my favorite of this trilogy, but it was excellent. I agree that it had the emotional impact of the other series. I thought the descriptions of the concentration camp was particularly moving even though it was understated. He could have said so much more about that, but even the understatement was moving. I enjoyed this book very much.
Reviewer: Dorothy P
Jeff Shara has written an excellent historical novel, Anyone that knows anything
about the second world war can readily relate to the characters in this book. The
subject matter flows smoothly.
I have to read the first two books in the trilogy.
Reviewer: jack h
I enjoyed all three books in Shaara's trilogy, but the last I think was the best. I disagree with a previous reviewer that there was no emotional impact. I think Shaara absolutely captured emotions in his featured character sketches, the inner thoughts of German generals as their world crumbled around them, the shock in discovery of German Concentration camps, and many other aspects of these fine books. I have read most of Shaara's books and find his style compelling, his portrayal of history accurate. Highly recommended for anyone interested in World War II in Europe. Hope he continues on to cover the War in the Pacific.
Reviewer: David A
What a wonderful book. Jeff Shaara does an absolutely superb job of making real life history come alive by telling the true story of history by creating first person accounts of the real life characters. From the front line everyday soldier to the high level decision makers, you are there living events as they happened. What a way to teach history. I know people that do not even like history that like these books. And, what I liked best, it got me to thinking how I would react in similar circumstances. If you do not know much about WWII history, this is the ticket. And, even if you know the events, I still recommend it. I could not put the book down. I hope Jeff Shaara moves to the Pacific next.
Reviewer: Jeff S
I enjoyed some of the characters stories, however there was not the emotional impact that Shaara gave us in the Civil War Trilogy his father started or the WWI novel "To The Last Man". Of the three novels in the WWII saga this was the lightest and not as satisfying as Mr. Shaara's previous writtings.
Reviewer: Paul C