Stanley James Leslie. Sergeant, Infantryman, Pharmacist, husband, father, Grandfather. He died April 25th, 1993. I was born in August. I never knew my grandfather. All I knew were the glimpses that came with stories from my father and uncles. Stories of a hard-working man and the lessons he imparted to his sons, never speaking ofContinue reading “Finding Stanley”
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Vimy Ridge – A Memory of War
Mist gathers at the edges of distant forests. A vast, emerald field in northern France lined with neatly maintained trenches, scars from long ago. A lonely paved road leading up to a towering white limestone structure reaching up into the sky. It is covered with figures, stone faces staring out across the field. Some inContinue reading “Vimy Ridge – A Memory of War”
On the Rocks
After The Chicago East India Company was published in July I wasn’t able to write a word. I shied away from it, and only recently started knocking the rust off the brakes. In doing so I realized what I learned writing the book. Mostly, it’s that I am afraid I have nothing else to say.Continue reading “On the Rocks”
Terrorism on the brain – is there a cure for that?
We humans worry about a lot of stuff, don’t we? Did I leave the burner on when I left the house? Did I remember to pay the hydro bill? Do I have enough money in my change purse for a double-double (not a Double Dagger!) at Timmies? Ok, maybe not the last one so muchContinue reading “Terrorism on the brain – is there a cure for that?”
Good Morning, Vietnam and more!
In one of the first chapters in our book Hot Mics and TV Lights: The American Forces Vietnam Network, my co-author, Rick Fredericksen, a newscaster at AFVN-Saigon himself, wrote, “One of the worst miscalculations in movie history was averted by raw perseverance and auspicious luck. Studio bosses were afraid to commission a Vietnam War movieContinue reading “Good Morning, Vietnam and more!”
The right rite to write
For more than 30 years I had a dream job. Working in Canadian intelligence, having access to very sensitive information that could make a difference in my country’s political, military or economic strategy, and being asked to write about it on a daily basis. What is not to like about that?
Teacher, Trainer, Soldier, Fraud
A wise woman once said: “PFC, money and titles don’t mean shit to me. My heroes have always worn combat boots.” A curious statement, given she was a civilian addressing me by rank and not by name. But I’ve come to view this slogan—this attitude, this ethos—as a subtle reminder to value a person not for whatContinue reading “Teacher, Trainer, Soldier, Fraud”
A book on terrorism in Canada? You’re kidding, right?
We Canadians have to acknowledge that we are one lucky nation. Not only are we a staggeringly gorgeous land but we live in a stable democracy, have a neighbour with whom we are on good terms (usually!), and are seen by most other countries in a very, very good light. It is surely not aContinue reading “A book on terrorism in Canada? You’re kidding, right?”
My Path to ‘Hot Mics and TV Lights
I became interested in the American Forces Vietnam Network totally by accident. Growing up in the 50s and 60s in California, radios (transistors and otherwise) were very much a part of every kid’s daily existence. Long after mom and dad had gone to bed, with a flashlight under the blanket, I’d listen to rock n’Continue reading “My Path to ‘Hot Mics and TV Lights”
A note from author Matt Hardman
We asked author Matt Hardman about his upcoming sequel to Interdiction, To Kill a Nightingale.
