| Author: | Baer Charlton | ISBN: | 1230000238233 |
| Publisher: | Baer Charlton | Publication: | March 15, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Baer Charlton |
| ISBN: | 1230000238233 |
| Publisher: | Baer Charlton |
| Publication: | March 15, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Gunnery Sargent Perceval Michelangelo Stone, after 39 years in the Marine Corps is suddenly
medically retired. After all of the collective damage of many wars and actions, an IED leaves him with TBI (Traumatic Brain Injury) which is exacerbated by PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). With vision in one eye that comes and goes, along with blocked recall of the occasional word, or a missed step in following a conversation, Stone is a walking mental time-bomb like so many others, if he can’t find his center.
Walking away confused. from the only home and family he has known since he was eighteen, he has a phone in his pocket that he doesn’t know how to use, a pesky yeoman stalking his every move, astride a $800 motorcycle, headed west from Bethesda, MD searching for what it means to be a civilian, and what makes home, home.
In an effort to find his peace, he ends up beside a tranquil lake, watching a perfect sunset.
And then the phone rings . . .
Gunnery Sargent Perceval Michelangelo Stone, after 39 years in the Marine Corps is suddenly
medically retired. After all of the collective damage of many wars and actions, an IED leaves him with TBI (Traumatic Brain Injury) which is exacerbated by PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). With vision in one eye that comes and goes, along with blocked recall of the occasional word, or a missed step in following a conversation, Stone is a walking mental time-bomb like so many others, if he can’t find his center.
Walking away confused. from the only home and family he has known since he was eighteen, he has a phone in his pocket that he doesn’t know how to use, a pesky yeoman stalking his every move, astride a $800 motorcycle, headed west from Bethesda, MD searching for what it means to be a civilian, and what makes home, home.
In an effort to find his peace, he ends up beside a tranquil lake, watching a perfect sunset.
And then the phone rings . . .
