HISTORICAL FICTION (2014)
Chronicles of War is a historical novel by Darin Michael Shaw available in eBook format from Smashwords, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iTunes or through any other eBooks source, and now in print everywhere fine books are sold.
What people are saying:
“Tremendous style and pace … engaging and delightful … held my interest throughout.” –Tom L. Calmar, Alberta, Canada
“A truly unique war story … filled with a character’s love for his family … passed down through generations.” Diana K. Portland, OR
“I was sucked in … vivid storytelling … kept me turning pages to see what happened next.” Lindsey T. Westchester, NY
Chronicles of War: the Podcast
About the story:
Job Trites was thirty-nine years old when he was mustered into Iowa’s 26th V.I. He was nearly twice the age of most of the men who enlisted with him. Chronicles of War follows Job’s and his family’s experience of the Civil War.
Job Trites (pictured on the cover) was an ancestor of mine. Through historical documents, Civil War records, soldier’s diaries and letters, I’ve endeavored to take readers back to the times and experiences of the Army of the Mississippi during the fall and winter of 1862-1863, and particularly, the Battle for Arkansas Post.
An excerpt from Chronicles of War:
“Bates, Samuel J.” the secretary called. The 18 year old son of Job’s dear friend Asa Bates stepped over to the desk. Job eavesdropped on the back-and-forth.
“Where are you from, son?”
“DeWitt Township, Sir.”
“What do you do?”
“I’m a blacksmith, Sir. I don’t know anything about being a soldier.”
“You’ll be just fine, son. Blacksmiths make the best soldiers.”
Job smiled. Just a few minutes earlier that same Captain had assured him that farmers made the best soldiers.
“Mr. Trites!” a familiar voice called to Job. “I didn’t know you were enlisting!” Job turned to see Thomas Goad, a young man who had never attempted to hide his affection for Job’s teenage daughter Nancy-Ann. “What company did they assign you to?” Thomas asked. “I’m in ‘H’.”
“Well it looks like we’re serving side by side, Thomas. I’m in company ‘H’ also.”
“I was kinda worried, Mr. Trites. I mean, I’m not a soldier. I’m a cooper, like my father and like my grandfather before him. But that Captain over there”, young Thomas threw a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the officer enrolling the troops, “he said that coopers wind up making the best soldiers. Did you know that?”
Again, Job smiled. “Yes Thomas. I believe I have heard that before.”