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

Inside the garrison courtyard, thirteen soldiers lined up, straining to stand up straight.


Dennis paced back and forth in front of the soldiers, hands clasped behind his back and head held high, imitating the arrogance of a German officer in movies.


But he quickly grew tired of this affectation because these pieces of trash in front of him probably couldn't understand why their new lieutenant walked like a castrated rooster.


Eventually, he stopped and looked at them, "To avoid being blown to bits by Israeli or Lebanese mortars, I'll keep this short. First off, a few questions—you don't have to rush to answer, but best let me know before the day ends. The first question, in Nakoura, what level of soldier essentials are we talking about with stuff like weed, pills, and prostitutes?"


Chapter 141: Without Tommy's Letter of Recommendation