Generation Kill : Devil Dogs, Iceman, Captain America and the New Face of American War
In the tradition of Black Hawk Down and Jarhead comes a searing portrait of young men fighting a modern-day war.
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1 . Well worth the read
Posted March 19, 2010 by Jeff , Central CoastThis is a book that works hard to present an accurate portrayal of Mr. Wright's time with First Force Recon during the initial Iraq invasion. He details the folly and heroism of these elite Marines.
This book had me smiling, laughing and near tears at times. This is a very interesting book.
I recommend reading this with Lt. Nathaniel Fick's book, "One Bullet Away" in order to gain a perspective of the same events through the lieutenant's eyes.
2 . Better than the HBO Series
Posted February 23, 2009 by MJB , Los AngelesAfter watching the HBO miniseries, I decided to read the book, and wow. This book is exactly what I was expecting it to be. If you are interested in military history at all, I would really suggest you reading this book.
It goes into more detail regarding some of the trials and tribulations they had to go through.
June 15, 2004
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Excerpt from Generation Kill by Evan Wright
It's another Iraqi town, nameless to the Marines racing down the main drag in Humvees, blowing it to pieces. We're flanked on both sides by a jumble of walled, two-story mud-brick buildings, with Iraqi gunmen concealed behind windows, on rooftops and in alleyways, shooting at us with machine guns, AK rifles and the odd rocket-propelled grenade (RPG). Though it's nearly five in the afternoon, a sandstorm has plunged the town into a hellish twilight of murky red dust. Winds howl at fifty miles per hour. The town stinks. Sewers, shattered from a Marine artillery bombardment that ceased moments before we entered, have overflowed, filling the streets with lagoons of human excrement. Flames and smoke pour out of holes blasted through walls of homes and apartment blocks by the Marines' heavy weapons. Bullets, bricks, chunks of buildings, pieces of blown-up light poles and shattered donkey carts splash into the flooded road ahead.
The ambush started when the lead vehicle of Second Platoon-the one I ride in-rounded the first corner into the town. There was a mosque on the left, with a brilliant, cobalt-blue dome. Across from this, in the upper window of a three-story building, a machine gun had opened up. Nearly two dozen rounds ripped into our Humvee almost immediately. Nobody was hit; none of the Marines panicked. They responded by speeding into the gunfire and attacking with their weapons. The four Marines crammed into this Humvee-among the first American troops to cross the border into Iraq-had spent the past week wired on a combination of caffeine, sleep deprivation, tedium and anticipation. For some of them, rolling into an ambush was almost an answered prayer.