U.S. Air Force Major Dr. Mathew Collins is a military target in his plastic surgery practice. As the sole survivor of his special operations unit in Afghanistan after Iranians attack with the chemical trichothecene–AKA the Helios Rain. The U.S. fears its next home attack will be with this weapon. Collins’ primary physician, Air Force Colonel Dr. Abram Gesecke is actively testing Collins muscle tissue in pursuit of an antidote and reason for his survival. Gesecke urges Collins not to draw attention to his newfound super strength, as Iran wants his medical records and engineer his abduction. Indeed, an Iranian soldier, Lieutenant Kahlid Vermani, another Helios Rain survivor, is sent to the U.S. to find him.
Vermani uncovers three Afghanistan veterans named Mathew Collins in his mission. In so doing, he prioritizes his targets–an Army Sergeant, a Navy SEAL Lieutenant and Dr. Collins. It is an agenda of discovery and death.
Dr. Collins cannot hide his new powers. San Antonio crime boss Carl Grange discovers him at a fitness center, when Collins rescues the man by lifting 400 pounds off his neck. And when Collins sings the Lord’s Prayer in church with his newfound soul mate Nancy Tilden and her son Frankie, his voice becomes an ethereal, heaven sent delivery inducing a spiritual experience in all who hear him including the U.S. President. Presidential attention adds the Secret Service into the mix of Air Force Security and CIA trying to keep Collins and his new family protected.
As a retired physician I’m devoting my time to writing novels, memoir-based fiction and short stories. My life as an author of fiction began in 2003 after a few years at Toastmasters International delivering captivating stories and speeches. I believe literature should be educational, fun, serious, full of feelings and always with a touch of fantasy and a thread of truth. Like all my novels true lifetime situations are interwoven with suspenseful and intriguing story lines. My 13 novels and short story book bear that philosophy out. Reviews of my books in Amazon.com have been 5-star. Comments for WHO WILL WEEP FOR ME such as “high school coming of age makes the story feel authentic and make the reader want more” is typical of reader satisfaction.
I live with my wife in San Antonio near my daughter and her family with four of my grandchildren. My goal as an author is to publish several novels a year with my novel portraying terrorism in the US, - OCEAN CITY HQ - recently published..
A classic manifestation of PTSD in war returnees is nightmares. The nightmare can be recurrent or triggered by a sound (loud blast-like noise) or merely revisiting a photo of a comrade lost in action. It could be a holiday - Memorial Day, Veterans Day, the Fourth of July.
Many PTSD victims seek treatment at the urgency of loved ones. Most, however, don't understand what's happening and diagnosis and treatment follow lost jobs, broken or chaotic home life, and inability to concentrate.
In this excerpt, Dr. Mathew Collins relives his chemical attack ambush every morning and accepts it as part of life. It will take his Air Force doctor to bring it to the surface so Collins can focus on family, friends, job and spirituality. If Collins doesn't confront his PTSD, he'll be unable to process a new found fact - terrorists are here in San Antonio after him. They want to know how he survived the chemical they want to use for the next 9/11 attack on the US.
THE HELIOS RAIN
The sound was there again–buzz...buzz…buzz…buzz. It grew louder–buzz buzz…buzz…wop…wop...buzz. Collins looked around–it was dark. The noise seemed to be coming from everywhere. It was a crescendo filling his head–buzz…buzz…buzz…wop…wop…buzz…buzz. He put his hands to his ears. The noise was still there and then a loud BANG. A sudden flash. He was getting wet. The rain came without lightning or thunder. Just one loud bang. He was drenched. The light came next. It was all around. He turned and fell. The light now filled his room. He looked around. It was his bedroom. He had fallen from his bed. He was home. He was drenched in sweat. The noise was still there and he reached over and shut the buzz alarm on his alarm clock. Almost every day Collins woke up the same way. He hadn’t told anyone about the audio-visual way he woke up. Collins headed for the shower. He had an early case in the OR.