Here's a view of the back cover with the description:
As with all these books, don't pay much attention to the cover price, because you can get it on Amazon for around ten bucks (currently $9.72 for pre-orders). I also discovered just yesterday that the Kindle edition of the book is available now, for those who don't want to wait or prefer their books in electronic format. Here's the link: Bug Out Vehicles and Shelters (Kindle Edition).
As an author, it's always exciting to see an idea transformed into a finished book you can hold in your hands and share with others. That feeling is tempered for me this time by a great sadness, as I lost my father just a month ago today. He was my best friend, my greatest teacher and a constant source of encouragement and inspiration in my writing and everything else I do. His childhood years were spent right in the worst of the Great Depression and he grew up on a self-sufficient farm using the survival skills many of us aspire to learn on an everyday basis as a way of life. He left the farm at 17 years old to join the Navy at the tail end of WWII, and from his job as a radar technician aboard the light cruiser Astoria, he began his career as a radio communications technician.
In my childhood years he taught me how to handle guns, how to hunt, how to fish, how to be at home in the woods and how to work the land. Most importantly, he taught me how to work in general and that no job was beneath me or too menial. He also taught by example in the way he always selflessly put his family first and in how well he single-handedly cared for my bed-ridden mom in the many years of her illness until her death from Multiple Sclerosis. In his last years in his eighties, he loved reading the rough drafts of my chapters as I printed them and frequently caught my errors and typos. He was looking forward to the release of this latest book and was particularly proud that I recently signed a contract for my first novel. I am missing him more than words can describe, but as I reorganize and adjust to life without him, I hope to get back to posting here on a more frequent basis.
Frank H. Williams Jr.