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This masterfully written book is a fictional account of the life of Canadian man from 1923 to 1993. This is Wayne’s fifth published work and it shows off his story-telling ability and his love of writing about real people in real situations.
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Wayne Kehl
About the Book: Jack MacDonald was born on a farm near Fort Frances Ontario on August 14, 1923. He was a typical farm kid with an unusually curious mind. His natural sense of wonderment about everything around him led to fabulous adventures and a memorable life. The story of his childhood is engaging while the story of his adulthood is dramatic and exciting. Jack was a Canadian Army soldier during World War Two, where he was forced to take the lives of a number of the men of Hitler’s Wehrmacht. Many of those battles are described in vivid detail in this book. The memories of the battles he fought in the fields and streets of Holland, France and Germany would haunt him for the remainder of his life. You will fall in love with the characters in this book. You will feel like you are there with them and you will laugh and cry as you become absorbed in the drama of their lives. If you enjoy reading about real people in real situations, this book is for you.
About the Author: Wayne Kehl is an author in Northern British Columbia. He is a consummate story teller who draws upon the people in his life and the places he has been to build his characters and create his plot lines. This book bares Wayne’s heart and soul as it tells the stories of some of the people closest to him in a fictional format.
Availability: “A Good Man’s Life” is available at Amazon.com; Barnes and Noble.com; Chapters, Indigo, Coles; as an ebook at Powells.com, and from the FriesenPress website.
Excerpt
Okay, listen up, Gentlemen! I have in my hand a Colt, 45 caliber, semi-automatic pistol. Each one of you will be issued one of these guns before you ship out. You are probably thinking that’s a good thing. After all, what man wouldn’t like to have his own handgun? My advice to you is that you avoid using it at all costs!” he said with caution in his voice. “This thing has the accuracy of a slingshot and the range of a pea shooter. It has the trajectory of a rainbow and frankly, in my mind it is almost useless. This pistol was designed for one purpose…to kill human beings at close range. If you cannot smell the breath of the son of a bitch you intend to shoot with this thing you are wasting your time. This pistol is your weapon of last resort. I recommend that unless you believe you are likely to die imminently and cannot reach any other weapon you should never pull this thing out of its holster!”
Jack listened intently to what the sergeant was saying. “This pistol was designed for one purpose…to kill human beings at close range,” he thought to himself. “My God, am I capable of looking another person in the eye and pulling the trigger to end his life in an instant?” He imagined the deafening BANG as the cartridge exploded in the chamber, followed by the almost immediate splash of blood, brains, and bone when the bullet exited out the back of an enemy’s scull. He visualized a surly, scowling Nazi, collapsing on the ground as most of the blood in his body gushed out through the aperture the bullet left in his head. “I felt bad just because I beat up Martin Haggerty…how the hell can I do this?” he muttered under his breath.
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