gutro
07-20-2011, 07:43 AM
Well, as you're all probably aware (If you've read my previous posts) I have written a book. This book is about a Marine suffering from PTSD. He's divorced, an alcoholic, never sees his family and has a physical disability from the war. Basically this guys life is falling apart, and the only thing keeping him together is his psychiatrist that his commanding officer sent him to.
What i want to know is would this cover offend Marines?
I have split the world in half to illustrate that his world is falling apart and the only thing holding it together is the Eagle (representing the psychiatrist).
Note: My real name is not Charles.....well not really. :p
EDIT: "Snippet" from the prologue....
Jacks swivled his turret but it jammed. All I could hear was him swearing as I started calling out targets to our East. We were getting lit up from both sides and the only way to go was straight into more of it.
All of a sudden I heard Tim yell, “I got him! I blew his fucking leg off!”
I yelled back, “Shut up and keep shooting!”
Jacks was banging around trying to un-fuck our Humvee’s primary weapon. It blew my mind how he could focus on unloading and reloading the weapon while bullets zipped past his head.
The noise inside the Humvee was deafening and I started to sing, “It’s the end of the world as we know it, it’s the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine.” Time always seemed to slow down when we were engaged. That’s when I thought to myself, ‘I wish I knew the rest of the words to this’.
Then I realized we hadn’t changed lanes and the destroyed truck was now one hundred and fifty meters away.
“DJ! Change lanes!” I screamed as the whole truck continued to fire at various targets. I took two out almost simultaneously. A man came up behind another just as I hit the first one in the head. As he fell, the following two rounds hit the second man in the chest.
There was no response from DJ. I turned away from my sector to look at DJ and yelled, “DJ! Change fucking…” I was stunned. DJ had been hit in the head. His body was slumped over the steering wheel as blood poured from his face onto the floor board.
“The fifty is fucked!” Jacks yelled from above me. “Fuck me! This piece of fucking shit!”
The Humvee was now barreling down the road at forty-five miles an hour, as I pulled DJ’s body off the wheel. His body slumped back into the seat with his head hanging down and towards me. I could see where the bullet had entered his head. I then reached for the steering wheel as I looked out the front of the Humvee. The destroyed truck was now only fifty meters away. I swerved the vehicle to the left to avoid hitting it and everybody in the vehicle was tossed towards the passenger side due to the violence of my turn.
I suddenly felt a sting in my rib cage. I’d been hit. I don’t know if it was the adrenaline, or that it was a ricochet, but other than the sting I didn’t even notice it. I was now five meters from the truck. I saw a large flash and the whole world seemed to flip. My fears were confirmed. There was a shape charged IED hidden underneath the destroyed truck. This in turn produced even more shrapnel than a normal IED and sent it through the entire Humvee. Our Humvee had the front end lifted off the ground and spun ninety degrees counterclockwise. When the Humvee reached it’s final resting place, the front end was all but missing and had completed the roadblock, locking the rest of the convoy in the kill zone. I could hear voices screaming on the comms. I was having trouble focusing and could hear something about the last vehicle in the convoy being destroyed by and RPG. This completed the perfect ambush locking the entire convoy into one spot, surrounded by insurgents. I could hear rounds bouncing all around me as the enemy pelted us with constant fire. The comms were erupting with chatter calling out targets and requesting medics, and that’s when everything started to fade out on me. Voices drifted until all I could hear and feel was the light brown dust blowing around me. I was losing consciousness. This was a fight I would not be able to win.
What i want to know is would this cover offend Marines?
I have split the world in half to illustrate that his world is falling apart and the only thing holding it together is the Eagle (representing the psychiatrist).
Note: My real name is not Charles.....well not really. :p
EDIT: "Snippet" from the prologue....
Jacks swivled his turret but it jammed. All I could hear was him swearing as I started calling out targets to our East. We were getting lit up from both sides and the only way to go was straight into more of it.
All of a sudden I heard Tim yell, “I got him! I blew his fucking leg off!”
I yelled back, “Shut up and keep shooting!”
Jacks was banging around trying to un-fuck our Humvee’s primary weapon. It blew my mind how he could focus on unloading and reloading the weapon while bullets zipped past his head.
The noise inside the Humvee was deafening and I started to sing, “It’s the end of the world as we know it, it’s the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine.” Time always seemed to slow down when we were engaged. That’s when I thought to myself, ‘I wish I knew the rest of the words to this’.
Then I realized we hadn’t changed lanes and the destroyed truck was now one hundred and fifty meters away.
“DJ! Change lanes!” I screamed as the whole truck continued to fire at various targets. I took two out almost simultaneously. A man came up behind another just as I hit the first one in the head. As he fell, the following two rounds hit the second man in the chest.
There was no response from DJ. I turned away from my sector to look at DJ and yelled, “DJ! Change fucking…” I was stunned. DJ had been hit in the head. His body was slumped over the steering wheel as blood poured from his face onto the floor board.
“The fifty is fucked!” Jacks yelled from above me. “Fuck me! This piece of fucking shit!”
The Humvee was now barreling down the road at forty-five miles an hour, as I pulled DJ’s body off the wheel. His body slumped back into the seat with his head hanging down and towards me. I could see where the bullet had entered his head. I then reached for the steering wheel as I looked out the front of the Humvee. The destroyed truck was now only fifty meters away. I swerved the vehicle to the left to avoid hitting it and everybody in the vehicle was tossed towards the passenger side due to the violence of my turn.
I suddenly felt a sting in my rib cage. I’d been hit. I don’t know if it was the adrenaline, or that it was a ricochet, but other than the sting I didn’t even notice it. I was now five meters from the truck. I saw a large flash and the whole world seemed to flip. My fears were confirmed. There was a shape charged IED hidden underneath the destroyed truck. This in turn produced even more shrapnel than a normal IED and sent it through the entire Humvee. Our Humvee had the front end lifted off the ground and spun ninety degrees counterclockwise. When the Humvee reached it’s final resting place, the front end was all but missing and had completed the roadblock, locking the rest of the convoy in the kill zone. I could hear voices screaming on the comms. I was having trouble focusing and could hear something about the last vehicle in the convoy being destroyed by and RPG. This completed the perfect ambush locking the entire convoy into one spot, surrounded by insurgents. I could hear rounds bouncing all around me as the enemy pelted us with constant fire. The comms were erupting with chatter calling out targets and requesting medics, and that’s when everything started to fade out on me. Voices drifted until all I could hear and feel was the light brown dust blowing around me. I was losing consciousness. This was a fight I would not be able to win.