Books with title Dave Dawson with the Pacific Fleet

The Dave Dawson War Adventure Series encompasses 15 novels about young Dave Dawson, just our of high school and following his father to Europe at the start of the conflict that would become World War 2. After befriending a young English lad, Freddy Farmer, the two teens find themselves fighting along side the brave British troops determined to keep the Nazis from ever setting foot on English soil. Through the series they do not age but do travel around a lot taking part in such operations ad Dunkirk, Guadalcanal and Truk Island. They distinguish themselves as they fly and shoot down the enemy whether they are on European soil, in the Pacific or even at home where Nazi infiltrators are bent on wrecking havoc. The two lads make a name for themselves, form an unbreakable friendship, and fight against the odds. overcoming them at the very last moment. As with many series for young boys, the themes are built around patriotism and bravery, friendship and loyalty. And, while some of the references might seem rude or racist, they were products of the time in which they were authored. That author, Robert Sidney Bowen, was an American teenager when he flew for the Royal Air Force during World War 1. He became a journalist and author starting at the end of the war in England and later in Chicago. He was responsible for at least three series of adventures for boys plus numerous individual books built around his love of sports. He was active from 1930 (at the age of 20) until his final book, Hot Rod Doom, in 1973, just six years before his death. Millions of his books were sold when first published or republished and some are still available today as used books and as new publications, however many of these new releases have been edited for spelling mistakes and errors in typesetting, plus many do not include any of the original cover art. Thackery Fox & Associates is proud to offer these low-cost editions using scanned text mostly from first editions that—for historical reasons—include all the typesetting mistakes and strange spellings of the day that seem wrong to us now.

Dave Dawson War Adventure Series is classic, high-flying World War II adventure at its best. Written between 1941 and 1945 by R. Sidney Bowen, the books follow the adventures of American RAF pilot Dave Dawson and his fellow flyer Freddy Farmer. The novels often contain a series of unlikely events, whereby the protagonists succeed in the face of unbelievable odds. Although based on real events, the novels tend to be heavily fictionalized and deviate from actual history in many instances."Dave Dawson with the Pacific Fleet" is the seventh book in the series.

Very much like a little boy who is seeing his first Christmas tree, Freddy Farmer stared pop-eyed out the Clipper's lounge window and down at the man-made magic that was New York City. For a full five minutes he had been gaping at the sight, not moving a muscle, not making a sound, and practically holding his breath all of the time. At his side and with an arm thrown across the English-born R.A.F. ace's shoulders was Dave Dawson, grinning from ear to ear, and getting the kick of his life out of the spell that a first look at Gotham had cast upon his bosom pal, and hard-hitting flying partner.Finally he couldn't wait any longer to hear what Freddy had to say."Well?" he encouraged."Well, what?" Freddy murmured in little more than a whisper."What do you think of the old town, huh?" Dave asked with a happy chuckle.The English youth blinked, swallowed hard, and gave a little uncertain shake of his head."Unbelievable, incredible!" he finally got out. "Are—are those really buildings down there? The New York skyscrapers I've heard so much about?"By way of making his question clear, Freddy pointed at the towering heaps of stone that formed the Wall Street and midtown sections of the city. Dave squinted down and grunted."Those little shacks?" he echoed. "Why, those are just the little huts where the poor people live. Wait until you see the real buildings. How high are we, anyway? Hope the pilot of this thing stays over three thousand feet. Be tough to smack into a skyscraper, you know."Freddy Farmer snorted and dug an elbow into Dawson's ribs."Oh, come off it, funny lad!" he snapped. "That one wasn't even worth a quiet smile. Point out some of the buildings, will you? The Empire State Building. Where is it, anyway?"

Bowen turned to writing in 1930, using his prestige as editor-in-chief of Aviation Magazine to write Flying From The Ground Up, a non-fiction work on how to fly an airplane. He began freelancing for pulp magazines. In 1934, he started his own pulp magazine, Dusty Ayres And His Battle Birds, for Popular Publications. Twelve issues were released, the first eleven published monthly from July 1934 through July 1935, with most issues released monthly. Bowen continued writing for mystery, adventure, sports, and aviation pulp magazines through the 1950s. After the invasion of Poland by Germany in 1939 sparked World War II, Crown Publishers called Bowen, asking for an adventure story based on the war. The Dave Dawson series , also known as the War Adventure series, was the result. Bowen got to work immediately, and the first book, Dave Dawson At Dunkirk, was published in 1941. A total of 15 volumes were released between 1941 and 1946.

CHAPTER ONEOrder For EaglesVery much like a little boy who is seeing his first Christmas tree, Freddy Farmer stared pop-eyed out the Clipper's lounge window and down at the man-made magic that was New York City. For a full five minutes he had been gaping at the sight, not moving a muscle, not making a sound, and practically holding his breath all of the time. At his side and with an arm thrown across the English-born R.A.F. ace's shoulders was Dave Dawson, grinning from ear to ear, and getting the kick of his life out of the spell that a first look at Gotham had cast upon his bosom pal, and hard-hitting flying partner.Finally he couldn't wait any longer to hear what Freddy had to say."Well?" he encouraged."Well, what?" Freddy murmured in little more than a whisper."What do you think of the old town, huh?" Dave asked with a happy chuckle.The English youth blinked, swallowed hard, and gave a little uncertain shake of his head."Unbelievable, incredible!" he finally got out. "Are—are those really buildings down there? The New York skyscrapers I've heard so much about?"By way of making his question clear, Freddy pointed at the towering heaps of stone that formed the Wall Street and midtown sections of the city. Dave squinted down and grunted."Those little shacks?" he echoed. "Why, those are just the little huts where the poor people live. Wait until you see the real buildings. How high are we, anyway? Hope the pilot of this thing stays over three thousand feet. Be tough to smack into a skyscraper, you know."Freddy Farmer snorted and dug an elbow into Dawson's ribs."Oh, come off it, funny lad!" he snapped. "That one wasn't even worth a quiet smile. Point out some of the buildings, will you? The Empire State Building. Where is it, anyway?"Dawson pointed it out to his friend, and then went on to point out many of the other buildings of Manhattan that were famous the world around."But the Empire State tops them all," he said at the end of his little tourist guide speech. "Funny thing about it, though. The Empire State is the tallest building in the world, but it's not the highest. Ever realize that?"Freddy took his eyes off the view just long enough to give him a quizzical stare."The tallest, but not the highest?" he said. "What kind of rubbish is that?""It's a fact," Dawson said gravely. "Didn't you know you've got buildings in England higher than the Empire State?"The English youth sighed and gave a little shrug of his shoulders."I always felt there was something funny about America," he grunted. "But I never knew that seeing your homeland affected you Yanks this way. We have buildings in England taller than your Empire State? What utter rubbish!""I didn't say taller, I said higher!" Dawson chuckled. "Take the city hall out in Denver, Colorado. Denver's a mile above sea level, but New York is just about sea level. Catch on? The Denver City Hall is over four thousand feet higher than the Empire State. Try that on your friends when you get back to England.""Blasted likely I will!" Freddy snorted. "They'd have me locked up sure for a balmy one. But don't talk about getting back to England. Good grief! I've only just arrived in America. And speaking of coming to America, I'd certainly like to know—""Yeah, me too," Dave cut in, and suddenly leaned closer to the window glass. "Hello, Sweetheart!" he cried, and threw a kiss. "Have you been lonesome for me, Sweet? Well, here I am, Precious. And am I tickled pink to see you!"