Ergebnis für "Krieger" in Abenteuerreisen

Hätt' ich Venedigs Macht und Augsburger Pracht, Nürnberger Witz, Straßburger Geschütz und Ulmer Geld, wär' ich der Reichste in der Welt...

Frederick Russell Burnham's amazing story resembles a newsreel fused with a Saturday matinee thriller. One of the few people who could turn his garrulous friend Theodore Roosevelt into a listener, Burnham was once world famous as "the American scout". His expertise in woodcraft, learned from frontiersmen and Indians, helped inspire another friend, Robert Baden-Powell, to found the Boy Scouts. His adventures encompassed Apache wars and range feuds and death-defying military feats that brought him renown and high honors.

Saarbrücken, seit 1947 Landeshauptstadt des Saarlandes, entstand 1909 aus den Städten Saarbrücken, St. Johann und Malstatt-Burbach...

As the memoir of an aerobatic master born to fling his body through cloudbanks, Spitfire Wingman from Tennessee offers a unique birds-eye view of events and personalities of WWII and the Cold War. Encounters with Patton, Vandenberg, Yeager, Truman and Nixon are replayed with perception and wit. While jockeying P-40s, P-51s, and P-47s, he was privileged to see the war both from twenty thousand feet and as a Staff Officer at 9th Air Force HQ in Brussels.

After serving in a scout-sniper platoon in Mosul, Tom Voss came home carrying invisible wounds of war - the memory of doing or witnessing things that went against his fundamental beliefs. This was not a physical injury that could heal with medication and time but a "moral injury" - a wound to the soul that eventually urged him toward suicide. Desperate for relief from the pain and guilt, Voss embarked on a 2,700-mile journey across America with a fellow veteran. Listeners walk with these men as they meet other veterans, Native American healers, and spiritual teachers.

This audiobook is a history of my father, Giles Holtom’s life. He was a member of the Royal Army Veterinary Corps. Giles told me and my brothers these wild, imaginative and exciting stories as children, sitting at the dinner table. I believed them because, well, I was seven at the time, and he was my dad. It was only in later life, when I retold the stories to other people, that I realized their inherent lack of believability. So it was down to me to investigate the details of his life and the places he visited.