When I was 12, I saw my dad was reading a book called Waylander. When he was outside in the yard, I read the synopsis on the back cover and the story sounded amazing!
I asked if I could read it after him, but he said quite sternly that it wasn't for children.
I hired it out from the local library the following week, and although some of the adult themes escaped me until some time later (when I re-read it) I thought it was an action packed story told at a blistering pace.
For the chores I carried out around the house I was paid $20 per fortnight and each fortnight I bought myself a Gemmell novel. As an older boy and a young man, Gemmell (along with my father) played a strong role in developing me into the man I am today.
I joined the Australian Defence Force and served with both the Air Force and the Army (I preferred the Army to tell the truth, much more of a brotherhood). I was deployed overseas when David died in 2006 and had no idea about his death until I arrived home.
Needless to say the news hit home like a bloody hammer. This was not just some author, but in a way, a second father who was a role model and his death struck me hard.
My only regret is I never got to meet the big man.
I'll never forget David. Not ever.
I asked if I could read it after him, but he said quite sternly that it wasn't for children.
I hired it out from the local library the following week, and although some of the adult themes escaped me until some time later (when I re-read it) I thought it was an action packed story told at a blistering pace.
For the chores I carried out around the house I was paid $20 per fortnight and each fortnight I bought myself a Gemmell novel. As an older boy and a young man, Gemmell (along with my father) played a strong role in developing me into the man I am today.
I joined the Australian Defence Force and served with both the Air Force and the Army (I preferred the Army to tell the truth, much more of a brotherhood). I was deployed overseas when David died in 2006 and had no idea about his death until I arrived home.
Needless to say the news hit home like a bloody hammer. This was not just some author, but in a way, a second father who was a role model and his death struck me hard.
My only regret is I never got to meet the big man.
I'll never forget David. Not ever.