A Different Day

By Vannessa Beach

Our President was in peace talks with Russia but Russia had no intention to be at peace with the Americans. Our government agreed to buy their new, very expensive Army engines specifically designed to work in our tanks, they planned to sweeten the deal by allowing us to test ten jet wings which they called The Bird. Truly they gave us the bird when all of the tanks blew up along with the ten jets with their bombs simultaneously dropping; killed 80% of American men. The women that were left dried their eyes and picked up their dead and buried them. Knoxville ignited the most giving that America has ever seen, they buried their dead for freeno fees whatsoever. Knoxville adopted everyone killed. Kaylou Snyder is thrust into a lucrative marketing business that her husband Tommy, and his two friends Terry and Bob had and she was unaware of. Since all three perished she suddenly was CEO of Millers Marketing and Licensing Company. With her having no knowledge of being CEO of the boring business she quickly sold it. Deciding that she liked being a CEO she decided to open up her own business. Since money now, no longer was a problem she rented men for ANY service. It started out being the labor that men normally do; men grew tired of being used as tools then revolted. Finding herself with no inventory seemingly ends the story, but Terry Millers 17 year old son was found to be working at Rent-A-Man. Sasha has a sheriff serve Kaylou a summons for court. Kaylou had no knowledge that the 17 year old is actually Terry Millers son.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jun 20, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483652962

Vannessa Beach

I am a middle aged grandmother from Indianapolis and I have been afraid of the impending next war for many years and I hope with all my heart that we can have peace. It is my wish that when this next generation is in charge of running the world that they do right by all of us. I’ve been granted a patent it’s called Emergency Capsized Boat Seating Apparatus. Hopefully this device will save lives instead of death let’s figure out how we can live.

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Copyright © 2013 by Vannessa Beach.

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Rev. date: 06/29/2013

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1   Not A Normal Day

Chapter 2   Camp David Destroyed

Chapter 3   Downtown Knoxville Bombed

Chapter 4   The President Encourages Americans

Chapter 5   The Secretaries Unite

Chapter 6   The Mass Burials

Chapter 7   Rent-A-Man Was Born

Chapter 8   Fall of Ms. Snyder

Epilogue

DEDICATION

To my parents, Harry & Louise, I hope I made you proud

CHAPTER 1

Not A Normal Day

It was 0450 the bugler was dressed in his army issued ‘dirty green’ uniform. The lines were perfectly creased in his shirt and his shoes were shined he was at his assigned post positioned near the barracks and except for the handkerchief hanging from his left back pocket he looked like he was ready for inspection himself. He then looked at his bugle seeing that it needed a quick shine he took his ‘kerchief and shined it so that it glimmered even while still in the darkness. Private Dennison would not be caught with a dirty bugle. He checked his watch; there was to be 40 soldiers in full work uniform with their sergeants in ten minutes. He raised his prized beauty to his lips then licked them, and then repositioned them as if he were to kiss his girlfriend. He took a deep breath and blew the most vividly recognizable revile that soldiers could recognize in the Revolutionary War 200 years ago. He probably woke them all up! In ten minutes, there were two full companies methodically lined up like soldiers ready for work. Except for PFC Polton stumbling to get in line on time and not having his right shirt pocket buttoned they looked perfect; otherwise Sgt. Jackson would never have bellowed.

Polton! There is no room for clumsiness here in my platoon or are you just drunk?

No Sir! I don’t drink.

Then you’re just clumsy is that it?

And button that button!

Yes Sir.

There will be no Gomer Pyle’s in my platoon and that means all of you!

Yes Sir.

I can’t heeaar you.

The whole company chimed in, Yes Sir!

That’s better.

The tanks were rolling across the hot fields behind the barracks because today they were all to be field tested; motors were shipped in from Russia it was cheaper to have to motors replaced than to purchase new tanks, but the non-commissioned officers didn’t see it that way and they were grumbling.

Corporal Moore said to the other corporal, Russian motors on U.S. Army tanks! Wrong… . this seems so wrong, do you know that our government paid 25 million dollars just to have those ‘D’ thangs shipped from Russia! (While flailing his arms) he said, Your tax dollars just paid for that.

The other corporal chimed in and said, I know, my girlfriend works with the secretary who handled the requisitions to make that payment. It was for (22) RS-DS size 950 horsepower engines with the shipment from Russia to the U.S. 25 million good ’ole U.S. American dollars.

Corporal Moore continued flailing his arms about and stated, How can we afford this? Do you know they plan on replacing all of our American tanks with ‘their’ engines? We can’t afford that!

Look man, I just work here and so do you. The President is negotiating the price now at least that is what I heard"

Corporal Moore made a noise… humph.

"We’ll see how that