Sullivan Sergeant Boots Series
Guam was already history. A distant memory, or so he told himself, although it continued to haunt him every day. Everything: from his partner Sergeant Maitre to Major Wilkinson. It had to be like this. However, it was precisely the ghosts of the past that did not let him sleep. He had been motionless for a long time, staring at the ceiling in the darkness. The 0430s came by instinct: no alarm clock, no hesitation. Only the sound of his breathing, regular as a rifle shot. When the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains, I was already half dressed and ready to go. Today was a new day in a new place: Parris Island. Robert had been assigned as drill sergeant for platoon 2032 — something about which the previous sergeant had been... incompetent—it didn't matter—he was prepared to face any challenge the recruits brought.—After all, *he had been one of them too* . Robert looked at himself in the mirror in his small room; his m
About Sullivan Sergeant Boots Series
Guam was already history. A distant memory, or so he told himself, although it continued to haunt him every day. Everything: from his partner Sergeant Maitre to Major Wilkinson. It had to be like this. However, it was precisely the ghosts of the past that did not let him sleep. He had been motionless for a long time, staring at the ceiling in t...Read more