excerpt from The Rockwells

Brack was giving cover with the .50 caliber. Smitty and Irwin chucked a couple of grenades. When Rock stood up with that smoke in his mouth and the tommy gun blazing at his hip, he looked like a khaki god. His expression plainly read, ‘time to kill some Krauts.’ I was fucking impressed for two seconds, then we all had to get up and follow that crazy bastard…

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A blue-collar bohemian with a penchant for fine words and dirty jeans.
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