Raeford’s MVP – Military Fiction and a romantic love story

A Military Fiction Story about Love, War and Redemption

Military Fiction Raeford's MVP

Book #4 of The Vietnam War Series, Raeford’s MVP is a story of love, war and redemption. Guaranteed to make you laugh and cry, this book takes readers on a special journey with Sergeant Billy Coker from his last thirty days in Vietnam, back home to America and into the seemingly futureless void of post-traumatic stress. A military fiction story which is by turns deadly serious and side-splittingly funny, Raeford’s MVP introduces readers to the post-Vietnam world of a nineteen-year-old paratrooper who must find life after war.

Coker spends his last days in Nam reflecting on his high school years and realizes that his obsession with girls is what caused him to end up in Vietnam. Billy must now pay the price for those wasted years. With no direction, living day-to-day and with no vision of the future, he attempts to make sense of the horrors of battle and the guilt of surviving. Fighting, loving, and wandering across the country after his tour of duty, he sees only a meaningless life where no one seems to understand his terrible experiences in the jungles of Southeast Asia.

Plagued by post-traumatic stress and psychological impotence, Billy begins a search to find himself as well as some of his old buddies and someone special he lost along the way. He embarks on an adventurous journey as he seeks a meaningful future, only to reach bottom as he contemplates ending his life.

Raeford’s MVP, is a departure from the first two novels in the Vietnam War Series. Although the first six chapters of this story take place in Vietnam, author Rick DeStefanis takes his readers on a young veteran’s subsequent journey toward recovery. By infusing what could have been an otherwise mundane subject with humor and tenderness, he has produced another top-notch “page-turner.” Military fiction at its finest, Raeford’s MVP has been reviewed and recommended by veterans from privates to generals, as it delves deeply into the world of post-traumatic stress in such a way that readers find tears and laughter on the same page. Read it. You will be rewarded.

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You may also enjoy my other books below:

Melody Hill: A Vietnam War Novel

Gomorrah Principle: A Vietnam War Sniper Story

Valley of the Purple Hearts: Book #4 of my Vietnam War Series

Tallahatchie: Southern Fiction and Dark Comedy

Rawlings, No Longer Young: A Western Historical Fiction Novel

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