A spoonful of the past

He had received the most lavish praises, and he had harvested the nastiest curses.
He was a guy whose every vein pulsed with defiance.
He was a white boy who could never become a celebrity.
He was a youth from the countryside in the eyes of the masses.
He was Tommy Hawk.
He had been reborn.
Welcome to the story that tells of the American Dream in the first half and the American nightmare in the second.
Let's invite Tommy Hawk to take the stage, in the winter of 2022.

America 1982

South Lebanese city, Nakoura, United Nations headquarters for the forces in Lebanon.


United States Army Major Robert Mikus sat on the hood of a military off-road vehicle, unconsciously folding his army cap into various shapes, his eyes sizing up the army elite from Warwick City, Kent County in Rhode Island:


"Lieutenant Dennis Herbs, I don't know how many times you sold your ass to inflate your connections like you'd had a fucking enema, extending them from America to this godforsaken place in Lebanon! But I must admit, your approach is highly effective in the military, since I promised that higher-up who used to screw me in every position back in West Germany that I'd look after you just like he did for me."


Chapter 140 May God bless you