Ross Bryan
ASIN: B00NEEUCNO
Publisher: RLB Publishing
Pages: 187
Squinting from a one-two punch of exhaustion and the eerie faded-brass hue of a desert sun that doesn't take breaks and never seems to want to, I’m trying to decide just how in the hell I ended up here. Here, being Iraq. Cavalry Scout. Shit, in the Army for that matter. Perhaps if I thought long and hard enough I could remember. I knew for damn sure that I had no shortage of time to work it out.
My journey had started 6,250 miles to the west in a crumbling Ohio mill town called Ashtabula. I 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 myself 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 me a sense of purpose; I enlisted in the Army. But that wasn't it, there had been ...