About the Author Before his early retirement from U.S. Government service, Mr. Littleton spent many years working in the intelligence community and the Department of Defense. His military experience was with the Marine Corps where he spent time in Japan and Korea. He has lived in Australia, South Africa, and U.K, and has traveled extensively in Europe, and Africa. He researched "The Cajun" throughout Southeast Asia. Mr. Littleton has previously published "The Knights of Malta," a story of World War II. He bases much of what he writes on personal experiences. He holds a Bachelor of Science degree in Mathematics from Lewis and Clark College in Portland, Oregon. He lives in Ridgecrest, California with his wife and two daughters. Product Description Laird Granger is The Cajun, born into a wealthy family in Louisiana. Serving in the U.S. Marines, he is an advisor to a battalion of Vietnamese Marines commanded by Captain Lon Duc. Their battalion is tremendously successful. When the Vietcong rapes and murders Laird's Vietnamese fiance, he becomes their implacable enemy. Laird meets Jacques LeClerc, a former French paratrooper, at a martial arts academy and they become fast friends. Jacques' sister-in-law, beautiful young Tui, becomes the love of Laird's life. The Cajun is the story of the three men and their families, and their fight against the communists in Indochina. Sent to Laos as a military advisor to the Hmong tribesmen, Laird earns their respect and affection. Their chief joins Laird to his family in a ceremony, which also joins him to the chief's daughter, the Princess Sheng. Sheng's family dies in a battle and Laird brings her out of the wilderness to safety. Laird's uncle sponsors Sheng to come to the US. With Saigon over run, the three families stage a spectacular escape to Thailand, only to face the failure and disillusionment of their lives. Laird and Tui return to the states when his uncle falls ill. Lairdsees Sheng who has borne him a daughter. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. First light found them still in wild jungle country, but then they crossed a trail that they had patrolled only two days before. Laird addressed the Night Fighters. "Take a ten minute break and then we'll double time down the trail. We'll break every half-hour for five minutes. Keep an eye out for booby traps!" They had been moving down the trail for about four hours when Laird suddenly raised his hand to halt. When they had stopped, they heard the crash of gunfire up ahead of them. The reports sounded to Laird like a large, general engagement. Adrenaline coursing through their veins, they hurried on toward the sound of the firing. They were ready to engage the enemy at any time, but there were no Vietcong troops in their vicinity. In a half-hour, from the top of a hill, they saw their perimeter and the ring of fire around it. The gun flashes were continuous. With a rush, Laird saw that the village beyond was in flames! "We need to get to Quan Li as quickly as possible! It looks like the Cong has gotten past our perimeter." They rushed pell-mell down the trail. Laird was first into the village, scanning the way for enemy troops. No signs of life were visible. As he advanced, Laird heard the firing from the perimeter slacken and then stop. A deadly silence hung over the village. He came upon the chief's hut first, burning brightly in the early morning. The chief was lying on his back on the stairs, head down, with half of his face shot away. Other bodies were lying in grotesque positions out in the open. He recognized some of the elders as he passed. The school was just ahead. He found her nude, crumpled body in a corner of her room. She had been raped repeatedly and then been disemboweled. Laird wrapped her carefully in his poncho and sat by her side for a long time. Some of the troops had gathered outside. He rose to his feet and saw Sergeant Hilburn by the door. "Sergeant, form a burial detail."