Metal heads : a novel by Tom Maremaa
By Tom Maremaa
"A surreal tale of the Iraq struggle, advised through a tender American veteran being handled for worrying mind harm in a California sanatorium the place the sufferers are taken care of as items for experimentation within the construction of a brand new super-soldier"--Provided by way of publisher.
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Once Dicky is up, he’s in the shower, the first of at least a dozen showers he takes every day, almost by the hour. Dicky won’t come close to any of us for fear of germs or contamination, and if he does he’ll jump in the shower. But Ricki needs her sleep and he’s stopping her from getting any. She’s complained but it’s fallen on deaf ears among the boys in white. Nobody pays much attention when she starts on one of her rants. I feel all her pain and grief. indd 47 3/5/09 1:18:50 PM I raise my left arm but there’s no hand.
Ricki, of course, is a warrior woman, more powerful than any woman I’ve met in my short and stupid life. Evidently, he got hit badly, his legs shattered by the blast. The smell of it was foul, according to those who witnessed the explosion. This acrid stench in the air, you know? The blast had come up from the floor of the Humvee and taken out both his legs. The driver was dead, his face cracked through the windshield. Her husband apparently still had enough guts to skvat his weapon and begin firing.
Ricki’s got the most beautiful eyes of any woman I’ve ever seen. Iraqis have beautiful dark eyes, bright with the light of the desert, dry and sometimes empty from shedding so many tears, dealing with so many losses. indd 41 3/5/09 1:18:50 PM grandmother who must’ve been one hundred years old, if she was a day. And when I came back to their house I found the rubble, the ruin, the body parts scattered in every direction, with nothing left of the family, a giant hole in the earth, smoldering from red embers, lives shattered into a million pieces, I could feel my guts coming out.