Chapter Nineteen: Disconnected

After a speech like that...who wouldn't love him!

"The day I finally died was a Sunday, after I spent something like thirty years avoiding the matter it was a Sunday that finally got me. " This is the first page of my novel. So please critique!

With apologies to Robert Burns

Conner; a boy not unlike any other,has his life flipped upside down when he discovers that his destiny had much more in store for him than he previously could have imagined.

oh, how they do not like it when you throw in the towel for their side (exhausted by the infernal beating of one’s head against the wall) & you join the adversary---

a.”please state your name & rank for the record.” b.”private first class xxxxx xxxxxx, sir.” a.”are you aware of why you’re here, private?” b.”no, sir.”

Sky Diver, Sky Diver, I wish I could fly with you; Where the winds whirl see him floating through - Flying, Spinning, Falling Through the blue. Splinter in the summer sky