Not your grandfather’s Vietnam. This book, action-packed with danger and excitement, will keep you on the edge of your seat. Before everyone carried cellphones, when only drug dealers had beepers, and you still had porn on VHS; this loveable squad of degenerates was kicking-in doors during the Second Battle of Fallujah. Get a glimpse of life in the desert amid the highest point of conflict in Fallujah during the Iraq War. This author invokes the demons from his past to bring you a literary fiction inspired by his own experiences and those of his brothers in arms. Tongue-in-cheek antics made boldly with chaotic humor, blood spraying action, and shameless badassery. Follow these men as they learn what it means to earn the title, U.S. Marine.
Calloused by the Iraq War, Nicanor, an expatriate, finds solace in living the Hemingway lifestyle. By day, he writes, deep sea fishes, and fights off a persistent bull shark. By night, he drinks, corrals women, and tussles with the local gangsters. One day his world changes as Mabel, a woman of stunning, yet simplistic beauty turns up on his beach. What starts as an interest in the lavish parties of Mabel’s wealthy friend, UFC champ Henry Starr, grows into disillusionment and Nicanor finds himself torn between the decadence of his carefree new friends and the fleeting independence of the isolation he craves.
You wake up to find yourself at the bottom of a very steep embankment. Your legs are broken along with your ribs. Your body is covered in road rash and there is a piece of windshield sticking out of your left shoulder blade. What do you do? Wes Prefontaine woke up to this very scenario. With the sun beating down on his badly broken body, he knew he had to make a decision; either lie there and die or crawl his way to salvation. Battling not only his mind but also a ferocious creature, Wes must race against time and the elements of nature if he wants to survive. Will Wes make it through to see his beautiful wife Olive or will his culprits, Greg and Andy, find him first to finish off the job they started with their 1959 El Camino?