Monthly Archives: March 2015


Thanks, to all my friends, for your support.  Book sales are up and I look forward to your thoughts on my story.  Although it is presented as a fictional account because of sealed records, “HEIRS OF HONOR” is based on truth and the experiences of my Special Forces LRRP team during the Vietnam War.

For my friends that have not yet read it, the eBook version will be available at discounted rates for one more day (till 8:00AM MST on April 2nd) on  You can click on this post, go to cover page and click on the eBook version to either purchase the book, or borrow it through Amazon Prime.  The audio book version icon will take you to, where you can either purchase it, or get a free download with a membership.  The audio book is yours to keep, even if you cancel your membership in

I have been overwhelmed by your support.

Thank you, all.

E.F. Grossman



The eBook edition of “HEIRS OF HONOR” will be available at discounted rates through Amazon’s Kindle Countdown Deals for three days, running from March 30th at 8:00AM (MST) until April 2nd at 8:00AM.

As always, Amazon Prime members are able to borrow the eBook version for free, and signing up for membership with will give you a free copy of the audio book version to keep, whether you remain a member, or not.

I hope all my friends that have not read the book will take advantage of one of these programs, and share their thoughts on my story.

Thank you, all.

E.F. Grossman


One last reminder…”HEIRS OF HONOR” will be available through Kindle Countdown Deals for three days only, with the beginning price of $1.99 on March 30th, $2.99 on March 31st, and $3.99 on April 1st.  After that, it returns to the regular price of $9.99 for the eBook edition.

Of course, Amazon Prime members are able to borrow the eBook free, and Membership in will give you a free copy of the Audio Book version.

I hope the discounts make it easier for my friends to access “HEIRS OF HONOR”, and that they will share their thoughts on my story.

Thank you, for your friendship.  It means a great deal…

E.F. Grossman




Just a reminder….”HEIRS OF HONOR” will be available at discounted rates through Kindle Countdown Deals from March 30th through April 1st to show my appreciation to all my friends for the support you have shown to me, and to all our veterans.  I hope you will continue to share your thoughts on my story.

Thank you

E.F. Grossman



To show my appreciation for the increase of activity in both sales and borrowing of my book “HEIRS OF HONOR” in recent weeks, and for all the positive feedback and support, I am launching a three day promotion of the eBook version through Kindle Countdown Deals.   “HEIRS OF HONOR” will be available at discounted prices on March 30th, 31st, and April 1st in order to make it easier for my friends to have access to my book, and hopefully, provide their own thoughts on my story.

Thank you, all….

E.F. Grossman




“…The Huey was slowly rising.  The steady rhythmic thump of its engines smothered the screaming chaos below.  Looking down, I recognized pieces of men, wrapped in olive drab.  Moments ago, those things were legs, arms, and heads.  Mortar rounds were dropping everywhere.  Rounds were clattering against the bottom of the Huey.  It was so loaded with men, its’ engines were straining.  One of our abandoned dead moved and waved to us.  His legs were missing.  He waved frantically.  There was no chance of rescue.  Enemy ground movement was visible at the tree line.  No one was firing on them because we were trying to get out before we lost more men.  The Gooks had kicked the shit out of us on the ground, and destroyed three choppers unloading men.  I think our LTs were afraid to fire.  I heard, or thought I did, the legless soldier’s scream in my ear.  His motions became hysterical, as he tried to stand and realized why he could not.  The only thing in reach was my M-16, and even though it was empty and I was required to keep it that way, I could not help myself.  My motion was fast and automatic, as I took a full clip and reloaded my weapon.  Before anyone noticed, I was locked and loaded and hanging half out of the chopper.  I used it.  In that millisecond after my weapon jumped a couple times, I saw the man’s eyes glare into mine.  His face, locked in an unending scream, vanished into the swirling dust of his death.

I did not know the guy.  To this day, I can see his terrified eyes glaring their raging betrayal at me.  I hope he did not know me.  The warrant officer looked at me, and I knew he just watched me kill an American.  When he looked away, and would not meet my eyes, my shame multiplied, ten-fold.  He never mentioned the incident in his reports and I have remained silently grateful, ever since.  Jim was lying on the deck next to me.  His eyes caught mine, for a second, and he looked horrified at what I’d done, but he understood the why of it.  My eyes suddenly filled with tears at my act of kindness.  It was a violation of Army regulations and I could be in real trouble, since two men witnessed it.  This was insane.  I felt shame for doing it and knew I would do it again, no matter who was watching.  I ended his pain by taking the last few moments of his lost life.  I couldn’t stop my tears, so I hid them by taking a few shots at the victorious gooks running out of the trees.  I watched the dust and smoke drift over that unknown, unnamed place of death, until it was out of my range.”