Wrote this earlier today, hasn't been proofed or tested before typing it up here. Who knows, maybe it sucks ;)
I wake up in the morning, to start the day.
Put on my uniform, and start to pray.
Let the day go smooth, please carry me through.
I get where I am going, gather my tools of war.
With ever an eye open, for someone who pays more.
Patriotism and Loyalty, they aren't real.
Pay me more, and you've got a deal.
My services are available to the highest bidder.
Sense of duty? You're such a kidder.
Money makes this world go round.
To no contract I'll ever be bound.
Now it's quitting time, the whistle chimes,
The weekend's come, I'm headed home.
Down the road, the cars are lined,
I'm a modern mercenary, in this daily grind.
Boom! Pain! Blackness!
After an RPG attack on their barracks in Afghanistan, corpsmen, Amber Fox and Luke Owens wake up in an Army hospital in Germany.
Thus, begins a four-month recovery for both of them. Amber lost her left leg bel
Book 3 continues the Commander and the Chief's adventures in political intrigue, superstition, old feuds, and the search of Nikola Tesla's missing papers in this Close Encounter of the Weird Kind.
