A dying wish and a mysterious manuscript bring to light a heart-rending tale of one soldier’s undying commitment to pay a debt owed, transcending both ideology and racial divide, leading to the ultimate price paid.
“Michael Ringering weaves a beautifully layered story, against the most extreme of circumstances, reminding us that what we share will always be more powerful than contemporary forces that would seek to divide. A Debt of War is truly a masterful and timeless piece.” ~ Lt. Col. Casey Grider, United States Air Force
At his mother’s funeral, Paul Bacca, an accomplished publisher, is approached by a mysterious decorated military veteran who claims to have been sent at Paul’s mother’s final request: deliver an unpublished manuscript of the only novel written by an acclaimed poet.
Paul subsequently discovers a shocking family secret that forever changes his life and those of his siblings. The propulsive, gut-wrenching story Paul reads details an inconceivable friendship, a tale of lives forever entwined in a debt owed between enemies.
“...a compelling read that succeeds because of its action-filled plot, brisk dialogue, compelling characters and suspenseful twists and turns. He [Ringering] put his heart and soul into this book, and it shows.” ~ Jerry Crasnick, Senior Advisor, Major League Baseball Players Association, Sports Journalist, and Former Baseball Writer for ESPN and other Outlets
Readers’ Favorite Book Reviews gives it 5 stars... 3 times, in 3 separate glowing reviews!
EVOLVED PUBLISHING PRESENTS a story of fear and honor, life and death, war and humanity, in a journey binding World War II history to a modern-day family.
Genre: FICTION / Historical / World War IIThe book has been critically acclaimed on a number of fronts, including a near-perfact rating at Amazon. Sales have been modest thus far, but we're still working to build the author's brand.
“Unto the Almighty, we commend the soul of our dear departed sister and commit her body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life through our Lord Jesus Christ at Whose coming in glorious majesty to judge the world.”
Father Giuseppie Crocetti, reciting from the pages of a Bible once belonging to Pope Pius VIII, led the service in a last farewell. A harsh blast of Cody wind pushed snow against his face, forcing a stutter. He nodded to the family.
Paul Bacca stepped forward with spade in hand and pitched a ceremonial load of earth atop the mahogany casket.
His youngest, Abby, released a bouquet of tiger lilies and purple mums, a most cheerful contrast to the gray backdrop of winter’s vicious clutch.
“May the angels lead you into paradise,” Father Crocetti continued, “and the martyrs receive you at your coming and bring you into the holy city Jerusalem. May the choirs of angels receive you, and may you, with Lazarus once poor, enjoy everlasting peace.”
The crowd responded, “Amen.”
Paul settled his chin on the spade handle. Tears traced around his salt and pepper Vandyke. Gone the woman who wiped his nose, patched his cuts, and supported his dreams. A woman exemplifying character, courage, and compassion, taken for eternity; a best friend and confidant, swept from the living sooner than imagined.
Abby took the death the hardest, suffering her first close passing in fourteen years of life. Her grandfather died mere months following her birth.
An apologetic groundskeeper relieved Paul of the spade.
Monica, Paul’s wife of thirty years, eased into him and placed a gloved hand upon his shoulder. Her perfume tickled his nostrils with a delicate aroma of orange and jasmine. She pressed her lips to his cheek.
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Spanish
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Adriana Boccaloni
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