I started reading this book about part of the war in Iraq the same night I finished watching the movie "127 Hours" about the guy who got trapped in a canyon and cut his own arm off to survive. The movie was pretty gory, obviously. The first few pages of this book are also pretty gory. I ususally do not handly gore very well, but for some reason I seem to be getting older and more hardened, and I didn't stop the movie, or stop reading.
It's been making me think. I read online (and watched youtube videos) about Aron Ralston (the arm guy), and saw lots of people say "Wow! What an amazing man!!" And "He has my respect forever. I could never do what he did."
But really, what did HE do? He was reckless and took unnecessary risks, and he almost lost his life because of it. Search and rescue crews have to risk their lives trying to recover people like him. Yep, he cut off his arm. His other option was to die. I'm kind of impressed that he managed to pull the whole thing off, but was there really anything heroic, or THAT awesome about what he did?
On the other hand, the soldiers in this book are being killed and wounded in a horrific manner left and right. What are they doing that's awesome? They're leaving their family, home and comfortable life behind to bleed and die for US. They're doing it to protect us, to bring freedom to those who are oppressed, and to make the world a better place for the next generation. So when people say "That soldier died for nothing. It's so meaningless", I say "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!" Almost every death in the world is meaningless. You die because you're old, you die in a car accident, you die because you get you arm stuck under a rock in a canyon - those are all deaths with no real meaning. But to die because you are defending freedom and ending terrorism and oppression - that is one of the very few ways to die in the world that actually has meaning.
Why doesn't somebody make movies about every soldier who dies at war, rather than dumb guys who have to cut their arms off to survive? How come? Seriously.
Anyway, I finished this book in 48 hours. The last book I read took me about 8 weeks to finish, as I have been lacking free time since my husband left on his second deployment to Iraq this year. I stayed up late at night reading this book, mostly because I wanted to finish it quickly. It was painful to read, especially the parts about families learning their soldiers were killed or wounded. It's the story of a battle in Sadr City, Iraq, in April of 2004 ("Black Sunday"). Soldiers were supposed to be there on a peacekeeping mission, but Shiite militants ambushed a platoon and fought to take over the city and run the Americans out. Cindy Sheehan's son Casey was in this battle, if you're familiar with her. The unit had just left home two weeks earlier, and had only been in Iraq a few days. Another soldier from a different unit was killed who was scheduled to return home the very next day, and get married four months later. His bags were already packed. His family had probably already planned the welcome home party, but had to change it to a funeral instead. None of it was cool. But I think everybody should read these kind of books. We all need to know these sort of stories, so we appreciate the freedom we have. It's way too easy to take it all for granted, even for a military wife like me.