ASIN: B00FL9EMMC
Publisher: RLB
Pages: 164
Squinting from a one-two punch of exhaustion and the eerie faded-brass hue of a desert sun that didn't take breaks and never seemed to want to, PFC Bryan is trying to decide just how in the hell he ended up here. Here, being Fallujah. Iraq. Cavalry Scout. Shit, in the Army for that matter. Perhaps if he thought long and hard enough he could remember. He knew for damn sure that he had no shortage of time to work it out.
Private Bryan's journey had started 6,250 miles to the west in a crumbling Ohio mill town called Ashtabula. He had spent the better part of a year at a 3rd shift job in a factory on the far end of town, trying not to lose himself in the mullets and meth of the American Midwest. Then came 9/11. The images of those airplanes slamming into the NYC skyline like lawn darts playing on a constant loop on CNN. The attack had leant him a sense of purpose; he enlisted in the Army. ...
