T. Martin O’Neil


The End
T. Martin O'Neil

The End…….?

The End… The words on the foolscap page clouded my eyes and mind. My cramped fingers and trembling hands released the instrument of torture binding …

T. Martin O'Neil

The Reality of Child Slavery

It was a tense moment. Just simply tense. Sweat glistened off my forehead forming bigger and bigger blobs until, unabated, it formed a torrent of …

T. Martin O'Neil

Encounters of the Rewarding Kind

The passageway was tight; barely large enough for the unit to maneuver through with our load-out gear. The ambient light and that of the few …

T. Martin O'Neil

Herding Cats

“And out of the ground the Lord God formed every beast of the field, and every fowl of the air; and brought them unto Adam to …

T. Martin O'Neil

Codes of Conduct

The door opened quietly; as quietly as if it were on well-greased rollers. In the dim light a figure entered the confined space. The room was …

T. Martin O'Neil

Pure Sex, Real and Simple; and Other Firsts

Boys and girls are different. Regardless of today’s way-out wackos, there are boys and there are girls; very basic and very beautiful. Boys are genetically …

My life has been anything but boring. The books I write now are fictional accounts of real operations I was associated with as a member of the U.S. Navy’s Special Warfare Teams. I spent 35 years in the U.S. Navy as an Intelligence Officer mostly assigned to the Navy’s SPECOPS units. I retired as a Captain in the Navy. The accounts I relate show the other side of SPECOPS. Hollywood wants everyone to see blood and gore. I write of the humanitarian efforts.