We're doing things a little different today. Please help me welcome Jesse Holder, the author of Chutes, Beer, & Bullets: Not Your Grandpa's War Story. If you've been following the tour, you know that this book has been getting great reviews! Jesse will be offering you the chance to win a copy for yourself, so don't forget to leave a comment and fill out the Rafflecopter below!
Without Further Ado: Here are Fun Facts with Jesse Holder. Welcome Jesse!!!
Welcome to BK Walker
Books Etc. Jesse. We're going to have a little fun with you today, just a small
step outside of the box :).
BK: Favorite Book of
all time?
JH: The Gunslinger by Stephen King.
BK: Favorite Movie?
JH: Brave Heart
BK: Best weapon the
military ever let you play with?
JH: Haha, I have to say the best weapon is the
fully automatic Mark-19 Grenade Launcher
BK: Night or Day?
JH: Day, I’m a morning person.
BK: Coke or Pepsi?
JH: Undoubtedly Coke! I’m from Georgia, home of
Coca-Cola!
BK: How would your
friends describe you?
JH? I think my friends would say I am
spontaneous, and hilarious.
BK: Panster (write
with the flow of the story) or Formatter (planning out your book chapter by
chapter)?
JH: I’m a certainly a Panster. I just write,
outlines are for O.C.D. maniacs
BK: Name a song that
could be the theme song for your book.
JH: Closer to The Edge by 30 Seconds To Mars.
It is actually the theme song to it on my book trailer on YouTube.
BK: Favorite scene
from your book?
JH: My favorite scene from the book is where my
friend rips a stripper pole out of the ceiling at a strip club because he was
way too heavy for it, and then we all take off without paying!
BK: Favorite quote of
all time?
JH: “If you hold on tight to what you think is
your thing you may find that your missing all of the rest" Dave Matthews
BK: If you were
stranded on an island, who would you most like to be stranded with?
JH: I think I would rather be stranded with my
Zune and a few bottles of vodka than listen to someone whine in my ear all day
about being stranded.
Thank you so much for
stopping in today Jesse. It's been so much fun!
Jesse will be giving away 3 Signed Paperbacks at the end of his tour, so be sure to enter to get a copy for yourselves!
Book
Genre: Military, Humor
Websites: http://www.facebook.com/#!/ChutesBeerBullets
Purchase Links:
http://www.amazon.com/Jesse-C.-Holder/e/B0089OWL74
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/chutes-beer-bullets-jesse-c-holder/1111098658?ean=9781468575118
http://bookstore.authorhouse.com/Products/SKU-000521821/Chutes-Beer--Bullets.aspx
Publisher: AuthorHouse Publishing Company
Release Date: May 19th, 2012
Websites: http://www.facebook.com/#!/ChutesBeerBullets
Purchase Links:
http://www.amazon.com/Jesse-C.-Holder/e/B0089OWL74
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/chutes-beer-bullets-jesse-c-holder/1111098658?ean=9781468575118
http://bookstore.authorhouse.com/Products/SKU-000521821/Chutes-Beer--Bullets.aspx
Publisher: AuthorHouse Publishing Company
Release Date: May 19th, 2012
Chutes,
Beer, & Bullets: Not Your Grandpa's War Story is a humor filled narrative
that takes place during the peak of The War on Terror. Follow Jesse is this
uncut and unscripted adventure as he leads you through United States Army
Airborne School, Europe, and ultimately to Operation Enduring Freedom in
Afghanistan. Chutes, Beer, & Bullets is assured to have you laughing,
sighing, looking away, and possibly even shedding a tear as you connect with
the real life characters within. No doubt you will be longing for more as you
turn the final page.
Excerpt
The door of the C-130 Hercules flew
upwards as the hot Georgia air poured into my nervous lungs. The continuous
bump of the aircraft was not helping the situation...the sting of diesel
nipping at my nostrils. The Black Hat yelled, "Thirty-Seconds,"
holding up his index finger and thumb. We all replied
"thirty-seconds" as was taught to us for the past three weeks. I
could feel my right hand tighten around the yellow rip cord. The only thought
circulating through my head since I hooked up was, "Is the yellow cord
really going to open this parachute that some nut packed?" This was by all
means a new experience.
"Standby!" the Black
Hat barked, and the number one jumper turned to face the rustling Georgia
Pines, pissing his pants as he did so...the Black Hat stepped back. I was the
#4 jumper, or the fourth person that would jump from the plane. I was just
close enough to the door to see the ground zipping by. The planes altitude hit
1,200ft and all I could think was, "What in THE HELL am I doing
here?" "Green light go!" The Black Hat responds in a roar, and
like ducks following a seemingly retarded mother, we all exited the aircraft.
What I confused for the wrath
of God was actually the prop blast from our C-130, throwing my ragged body
through the air much like your cat does with a cheap toy. I felt my T-10
Parachute opening, "Praise the Lord!" too bad Jesus didn't warn me of
the opening shock on my gonads. The straps dug into my legs, and the risers
were twisted behind my head. As I am bicycle kicking through the open air to
untangle my straps, I see the Georgia clay approaching with terrifying speed.
Which way am I supposed to pull the risers again? As I am looking toward the
horizon, I hear my 1st Lieutenant yell in agony accompanied by a sickening pop,
which was his femur snapping. I try not to focus on the ground, staying as
loose as possible. Feet and knees together! Then, as if the entire world is
quiet except for the breeze though the pines...I hit like a ton of bricks
thrown from the Empire State Building. Hey that was easy; only four more jumps,
and I'm a paratrooper!
After one more jump that day,
we run back up to the Airborne barracks at Fort Benning, Georgia. I'm in Delta
Company 1/507th. Having just graduated Infantry School on good ole Sand Hill, I
am with at least a platoon size of my buddies. One in particular, Clark, is a
character from Seattle, Washington. The guy had nothing better to do than join the
Army and see where that took him. In between serving time for high-speed chases
across Washington State, and almost getting killed by his own dad for walking
into the family business un-announced (AHEM...meth lab), he figured why not try
something a little less dangerous.
Being from Georgia myself, I had my own vehicle there at Airborne School. A
black 2002 Jeep Grand Cherokee named "darkie", my first ride. Clark
and I often took it for a spin to my hometown on the weekend or around Columbus
to see what kind of shit we could get in. Clark is notorious for getting to
drunk and making outrageous claims about spaceships or how he can beat you in
any event you think of. Plus, he likes to walk out on tabs...so usually Captain
Shitstorm finds us.
That evening we decided to go
to The Chop house in Columbus. Clark and I frequented this establishment. I
heard the food was amazing, but we went for the beverages. The bartender, whose
name has slipped my mind, was a hipster kind of guy. He wore a red goatee and
one of those damn hemp necklaces, and he drove a 1979 Blue Chevy. Mr. Barkeep
claimed he obtained a degree in bartending from one of the wacko colleges that
specializes in such things. The steak house was small and sat in the corner of
strip mall across from the fabulous Sheraton Hotel, where I had vomited many
times in the past and even jumped in the hot tub with my clothes on, but that's
a different story.
Clark and I sat there drinking
a beer. He preferred German beer; I'm a Coors Light man myself. A shot was
sitting in front of us, Jaeger-bombs no doubt; Clark would stroke the side of
his shot glass like some perverted serial killer until it was time to drop the
Black Death into Red Bull. I swear God smites a kitten every time one of those
is drunk. Conversation in the establishment was entertaining as usual. Clark
was trying to hit on a waitress who was way out of his league, hell out of his
division; Clark wasn't much of looker back then, even less so now.
An unusual cat sat down beside
us with jet-black hair slicked back and stripped polo on. He obviously knows
the bartender as they exchange words, slaps, punches, and play grab ass a
little longer. Meanwhile Clark is eyeing me, like "If you so much as slide
a hand on me that's going to be it!" I have been known to throw a few
lisps on my words to make the gayest man seem straight. Rex, the gelled-Guido
grab asser, turns to us and says, "What are you soldier-boys havin?"
Now I may have looked young, 19 at the time, but Clark was by no means a boy.
Clark, in his usual forward manner, "Well...what are you buying?" I
had another Coors, the grab-asser and Clark did shots of Johnny Walker...talk
about a lush.
After some interesting
conversation, we found out that Rex was a geologist for some institute that was
going out of business, and I thought the business of being a rock whisperer was
booming! Of course Clark in his infinite wisdom knew all there was to know
about geology from volcanic ash to the sand in his vagina. Then as if Gabriel
himself blew the golden trumpet, Rex and Mr. Barkeep looked at each other and
wink. Rex turns to us, "Hey...do you guys play poker?" Now I am a
hell of a rummy player, I use to beat one of my best buds every Sunday
afternoon but I have never played poker; much less gambled for it. As I am sure
you are imagining now, Clark once again in his most matter-a-factual tone,
"Oh I'll murder ya...my knowledge of the game and the quickness of my
hands...c'mon." I sat there pondering on the meaning of Clark's statement.
It was too late though, the gauntlet had been thrown. "Well come on over,
Mr. Barkeep will be joining us. I have ten beers and Kevin will be there
too." Rex informs us.
I don't know who keeps the
count of beers in their fridge, or who the hell Kevin is but before I could swipe
my handy-dandy debit card, we were out the door, already at a BP gas station
picking up a twenty-four pack of Bud Light; neither one of us keeping in mind
that we have to do two maybe three more jumps tomorrow. No that never occurred
to us. What a grave miscalculation.
Clark and I arrive at Rex's
one-story brick suburban home. One of the older models you saw built in the 70'
and 80's, a nice home for a Guido bachelor. The back door opened up into the
outdated kitchen, a large wooden dining room table was in the dining room to my
immediate right. The table should have given Rex plenty of room to count his
beer on. Speaking of beer, low and behold, ten nicely arranged Bud Lights in
the refrigerator. I'm no doctor, but I think someone had a touch of O.C.D. Only
about five minutes had passed when Mr. Barkeep arrived. Rex had given Clark and
me the grand tour of his lair, surprisingly not brandishing a plate of Fava
beans and a nice bottle of Chianti.
July 17 - Introduction at VBT Cafe' Blog
July 19 - Guest Blogging at AZ Publishing Services
July23 - Reviewed at Books, Books, and More Books
July 25 - Guest Blogging at Whoopeeyoo
July 27 - Fun Facts Interview at BK Walker Books Etc.
July 31 - Interviewed at Playful Creative
August 1 - Guest Blogging at The Bunny's Review
August 3 - Author Favorite Recipe & Interview at Writing Innovations
August 7 - Interviewed at Mass Musings
August 9 - Interviewed at From The Mind Of Omegia
August 13 - Interviewed at Ink in the Book
August 15 - Interviewed at Reviews & Interviews
August 17 - Review & Interview at A Book Lover's Library
August 20 - Interviewed by Louise James
August 22 - Review & Interview at Infinite House of Books
August 24 - Guest Blogging at Wise Words
July 19 - Guest Blogging at AZ Publishing Services
July23 - Reviewed at Books, Books, and More Books
July 25 - Guest Blogging at Whoopeeyoo
July 27 - Fun Facts Interview at BK Walker Books Etc.
July 31 - Interviewed at Playful Creative
August 1 - Guest Blogging at The Bunny's Review
August 3 - Author Favorite Recipe & Interview at Writing Innovations
August 7 - Interviewed at Mass Musings
August 9 - Interviewed at From The Mind Of Omegia
August 13 - Interviewed at Ink in the Book
August 15 - Interviewed at Reviews & Interviews
August 17 - Review & Interview at A Book Lover's Library
August 20 - Interviewed by Louise James
August 22 - Review & Interview at Infinite House of Books
August 24 - Guest Blogging at Wise Words