Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Write What You Know

is the advice given to all new authors. SS Hampton, Sr. took this to heart when he began his writing career and has created gut-wrenching military novels. One of his latest releases, THE SENTINELS, is a perfect example of his talent and ability to immerse the reader into the action.

For those of you who aren't familiar with SS Hampton, Sr., he is a full-blood Choctaw of the Choctaw Nation of Oklahoma, a divorced grandfather to 13 grandchildren, and a veteran of Operations Noble Eagle (2004-2006) and Iraqi Freedom (2006-2007). He continues to serve in the Army National Guard, where he holds the rank of staff sergeant.

Hampton is also a published photographer and photojournalist, an aspiring painter, and is studying for a degree in anthropology. His writings have appeared as stand-alone stories and in anthologies from MUSA Publishing, Melange Books (Intimate Journeys; R.U.S.H.; Christmas Collectibles 2010; and Hearts of Tomorrow), Ravenous Romance (Back Door Lover), and Dark Opus Press (In Poe’s Shadow), and as stand-alone stories in Horror Bound Magazine, Ruthie’s Club, Lucrezia Magazine, The Harrow, and River Walk Journal, among others. In 2012 he has another story forthcoming in an anthology from Edge SF & Fantasy (Danse Macabre), as well as a stand-alone story releasing from MuseItUp Publishing.

As of December 2011, Hampton became the latest homeless Iraq war veteran in Las Vegas, Nevada.

SS Hampton, Sr.
ISBN: 978-1-61937-144-6
MUSA Publishing


December, 1941, and fresh Siberian troops from the Soviet Far East have launched savage counter-attacks against the German invaders. The Eastern Front is torn open with German units driven back, overwhelmed, or isolated. An exhausted Waffen SS infantry platoon outside of Moscow needs to know what the Siberians, hidden in a dark forest before them, are up to. A small patrol is sent into the snowy, otherworldly forest…

A little more than a dozen snow encrusted German soldiers, remnants of a once strong motorized infantry platoon, grimly surveyed their surroundings. The frozen winter sun cast a feeble light across their outpost on a small rise overlooking a snowy road that bordered the forest before Moscow. Above them gray clouds painted with broad pastel strokes of reds, yellows, and purples drifted across the twilight sky.

"The sun's going down," Josef Frank said to no one in particular as he adjusted his leather 'Y' straps on which to attach his field gear. He carefully checked his 9mm MP 38 sub-machine gun. In the savage cold their weapons and ammunition were scraped clean of lubricating oils because the oils froze and jammed the weapons. Even then, successful operation was no guarantee. His weapon sometimes fired only one to two rounds at a time. Then he checked the leather magazine pouches fastened to his belt - three magazines, 30 rounds per magazine, 90 rounds, and one 'potato masher' stick grenade tucked in his belt. That was all he had left to face the fresh Siberian troops lurking somewhere within the dark forest before them - the last barrier that hid the suburbs of Moscow...


I’ll be back Wednesday with a new menu. Until then…

Happy Reading!

Sloane Taylor


  1. Wow, we have so many interesting authors on board at Musa! Wishing S.S. Hampton Sr. all the best with his publishing venture! Cheers!

    1. You're right, Sharon! You being one of them.:)