“Dress us up as romantic soldiers of fortune, with a heroic lineage from the nobility of the Middle Ages, or post-f@!k!ng-modern, euphemised PMCs, but it wouldn’t alter the facts: we worked for large sums of money to possibly be killed and, if necessary, kill others. Enough said.”
Says Low at one point when describing what he does, so he is refreshingly frank. He is also not shy in criticising the allies presence in Iraq, describing them as a hot knife in soft butter. Low gives us a fragmented but intense window into what it’s like, operating in these war zones, as a mercenary. He reveals the comradeship, bureaucracy, greed, danger and stupidity that are all part of daily life and he also gives us a slight idea of what it’s like in the foreign legion. Some of the stories he tells of other people in other war zones are equally disturbing yet compelling, like the horror story of Belgian peacekeeper’s looking after a female Burundi politician in Rwanda, or the Aussie guy who everyone had believed to be asleep on the plane home but as they tried to wake him they discovered that he had been killed by bullets that had been fired from insurgents as they had taken off in Baghdad but no one had noticed.
Without doubt he has experienced more than his fair share of action and adventure through his work and has many a fascinating tale to tell as a result. Don’t get me wrong much of the dialogue is straight out of an 80s action movie and it is teeming with clichés, this a world where people “run hell for leather” and have “a whale of a time” and the attempts at humour are well, just not funny at all, but at the end of the day this makes for really exciting and captivating reading and he does get involved in some really intense near death situations.