American Accent Sample - Audiobook

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Description

An extract from a military memoir I worked on called 'Consequences' by David Grantham.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

North American (General)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
The tall buildings left us exposed to elevated shooters and the heavy pedestrian traffic gave bad guys the opportunity to blend in attack angles were plentiful as we passed side streets and corner alleys every few yards. I began taking stock of my surroundings as I had not done during our nerve wracking drive-in, the faded buildings and disheveled residents all looked weary. The buildings were dilapidated, the roads littered with potholes, an open sewer ran along the edge of the sidewalk steps from where Children played an elderly man with decent clothes and a long beard stood on the stoop of what looked like the entrance to a small grocery, tiny food stalls with hanging hooks for bread, fixed to the edges of makeshift tent roofs dotted the side streets, turning right at the main road. Then we'll hit the main drag. A voice crackled over the radio. Get ready because it's going to be crazy again. Luke hit his sirens and threw down the visor with the emergency vehicle lights. We did the same. I leaned on my horn as we rode up on the congestion ahead. And within seconds we were inches from the last car in a long line of slowing vehicles hearing the horn and seeing us in the background caused drivers to peel off as if an ambulance or fire truck were bearing down on them. We slowed but never stopped using our intimidating grill guard as an image for their rearview mirrors tacitly but firmly urging slower drivers to make way our horns and sirens blared. Our flashing police lights rapidly flickered a spellbinding white and blue from our vantage point in the second SUV, we could see car after car reacting to our noise and lights a wide berth was beginning to form as we continued to inch our way forward at 20 to 30 MPH. We're going to take the farthest lane to the left. Luke called over the headset. Roger that I said, Luke swung into the left lane inches from the cement wall that served as a median. It was about 4 ft high and looked about 2 ft wide with some small shrubbery lining the middle. I could see the tops of cars headed the opposite direction just over the wall. We hugged the median as cars continued peeling off into neighboring lanes, the road ahead finally began to clear and our small convoy picked up speed. The road had three and four story buildings on both sides. So we remained at a severe disadvantage from an elevated attack. An ungodly amount of fire could rain down on us and we wouldn't be able to react