Gust Front

The aliens had arrived

With gifts, warnings, and an offer we
couldn't refuse....
Our choice was simple: we could be cannon fodder, or we could be ... fodder. We could send our forces to fight and die (as only humans can) against a ravening horde that was literally feeding on its interstellar conquests—or remain as we were—virtually weaponless and third in line for brunch.
We chose to fight.
Thanks to alien technology and sheer guts, the Terrans on two worlds fought the Posleen to a standstill. Thank God there was a moment to catch our breath,  a moment, however brief, of peace—.
Now, for the survivors of the Barwhon and Diess Expeditionary Forces, it was a chance to get some distance from the blood and misery of battle against the Posleen centaurs. A blessed chance to forget the screams of the dying in purple swamps and massacres under searing alien suns.
For Earth it was an opportunity to flesh out their force of raw recruits with combat-seasoned veterans. Political, military and scientific blundering had left the Terran forces in shambles-and with the Posleen Invasion only months away, these shell-shocked survivors might be the only people capable of saving the Earth from devastation.
If the veterans had time to lick their wounds.
Because the Posleen don't read schedules.

Cover art by Dru Blair
Interior maps by John Ringo

Hardcover

Paperback

First printing, April 2001
Distributed by Simon & Schuster
1230 Avenue of the Americas
New York, NY 10020 Printed in the United States of America

ISBN: 0-671-31976-0

In Memory of
William Pryor Ringo
Engineer Extraordinaire

Baen Books by John Ringo

Hymn Before Battle
Gust Front

with David Weber
March Upcountry (forthcoming)

Gust Front

The aliens had arrived

With gifts, warnings, and an offer we
couldn't refuse....
Our choice was simple: we could be cannon fodder, or we could be ... fodder. We could send our forces to fight and die (as only humans can) against a ravening horde that was literally feeding on its interstellar conquests—or remain as we were—virtually weaponless and third in line for brunch.
We chose to fight.
Thanks to alien technology and sheer guts, the Terrans on two worlds fought the Posleen to a standstill. Thank God there was a moment to catch our breath,  a moment, however brief, of peace—.
Now, for the survivors of the Barwhon and Diess Expeditionary Forces, it was a chance to get some distance from the blood and misery of battle against the Posleen centaurs. A blessed chance to forget the screams of the dying in purple swamps and massacres under searing alien suns.
For Earth it was an opportunity to flesh out their force of raw recruits with combat-seasoned veterans. Political, military and scientific blundering had left the Terran forces in shambles-and with the Posleen Invasion only months away, these shell-shocked survivors might be the only people capable of saving the Earth from devastation.
If the veterans had time to lick their wounds.
Because the Posleen don't read schedules.

Cover art by Dru Blair
Interior maps by John Ringo

Hardcover

Paperback

First printing, April 2001
Distributed by Simon & Schuster
1230 Avenue of the Americas
New York, NY 10020 Printed in the United States of America

ISBN: 0-671-31976-0

In Memory of
William Pryor Ringo
Engineer Extraordinaire

Baen Books by John Ringo

Hymn Before Battle
Gust Front

with David Weber
March Upcountry (forthcoming)