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First published in Great Britain by Harper 2014
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Source ISBN: 9780007536337
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Dedicated to all the men and women who are serving or have served our country in any branch of the armed forces. Thank you for your service. Also to the families, friends, and loved ones who love and support their service members while they are near, far, and everywhere in between.
First of all, I want to say that I have nothing but respect and admiration for the men and women of our armed forces. I think it is admirable to choose to serve for the good of others. Itâs selfless, heroic, and all-around commendable.
I live near Fort Carson, in a town that is full of men and women on active duty. My grandfather was in the army, which led to my mom being taken all over the world when she was young. My cousin served overseas in the army and he is a delightful, truly wonderful young man who did not come back entirely unaffected by his experience. My most recent job was at a bar located near a university here in town that served as the unofficial hangout of a group of ex-soldiers who were all back in school on the GI Bill, building their postservice life. Iâve heard the stories, good and bad. Seen the highs and lows that getting out of the service can bring. That being said, Rome is in no way meant to be a portrait, in a generalized or documentary way, of the kinds of lives these military people lead.
Rome is a man on a journey, just like we all are, and heâs only trying to do the best he can. Any liberties I have taken with the truth are my own doing and only designed to develop his character and tell his tale.
Thank you all and happy reading!!!
Jay
Itâs my favorite thing ever to have all the people I love in one place at the same time. Pair that with a day off from work, cold beer, barbecue, and fireworks, and I couldnât be a happier camper.
And I would have been ecstatic, if only a dark, looming, man-shaped cloud wasnât bound and determined to rain all over my parade.
It was a long holiday weekend and everyone from the tattoo shop I worked at, plus the other boys, Jet and Asa, as well as the girls, was gathered in the backyard of Rule and Shawâs brand-new house for a barbecue and a housewarming. Everyone had a beer in hand; Rule and Jet were manning the grill, looking slightly ridiculous while doing it. It was supposed to be fun and relaxing, only someone had missed the memo.
I was rolling my sweating beer can between my hands and trying really hard to keep my mouth shut because in a few short minutes Iâd determined that Rome Archer had to be the least fun person Iâd ever met. Sure, the guy had just gotten home from a war zone and was dealing with some pretty serious family drama, but that didnât excuse the fact that he seemed bound and determined to infect the rest of the festivities with his vile mood.
Ever since he had walked in the back gate, he had been alternately scowling and sniping at anyone who got within spewing distance of that unchecked fury. He had on mirrored aviators, so I couldnât see his eyes, but I could practically feel the disdain and dissatisfaction pouring off of his massive body. I had never met anyone who I could actually describe as âhulkingâ before Rome started hanging around, and like the green monster, his temper seemed to be something everyone else feared. I was getting sick and tired of watching my friends tiptoe around him and try to placate him.