READING MATERIAL - THE LAST TRUE STORY I'LL EVER TELL BY JOHN CRAWFORD

This book was actually passed on by our cousin Benjamin Woodbridge or Ben as most of us know call him. It was a Saturday Night and everyone had pretty much turned out the lights and we were sitting in his garage around the pool table. The only ball sitting on top of the velvet red pool table was a white ball and a cue. I was getting use to being defeated by the "Butcher" as Ben had called himself after a few Coopers, while Boi manage to win a couple of games. But the clear winner was Ben "The Butcher" Woodbridge.

We're beginning to feel the morning dew draft in the room from the door that we had left opened. The open door had captured the view of shadowed grass and the breaking of dawn, where the sky lit pastel navy blue mixed within tiny stars and black skies. Beyond the hills that were still visible in the early hours was Maitland. At this time beers weren't going down so well for Boi, I'd slowed to a halt, while Ben "The Butcher" was getting tired. I think it was either listening to the soundtrack theme song of Black Hawk Down or the theme song for the TV Series Over There, that nailed it. So to end the evening we sparked the BBQ and the boys were on a mission to find food. They came back with chicken fillets that they raided from Bec's Fridge and Ben cracked the first few eggs.

The three of us hovered over the BBQ as if it was life, meanwhile I was reading a book that Ben had suggest I read. The book was given to him by Miya and I quote what Ben told me that night, "It's the only book that I've read cover to cover". Now I've started reading it and it had me hooked from the preface. I've almost finished reading the book, only having time to read it on my way to and from work, which is ten minutes either way, twenty minutes a day. I guess the reason why I'm reading it this way, is to have the book a little longer, as I know I'm approaching the end of the story. If I'd read the entire Twilight Saga in less then a week, then this book would of been finished the night it was given.

The book is an account of man who joined the National Guards to pay for his tuition and on his honeymoon was called to active duty to Iraq. Great read and you almost smell the stench of where they camp, breath the sand of the sand storm and feel the frustration and fear that the rifle your holding is probably useless.

I've almost finished and it will be entrusted into Boi's care for him to read. I just hope he doesn't loose it or I'll hunt him down.