Search the history of over billion web pages on the Internet. Games Kodi Archive and Support File. The last true story I'll ever tell: Advanced embedding details, examples, and help! Collection printdisabled ; inlibrary ; internetarchivebooks ; americana. Digitizing sponsor Internet Archive. I am among the uninitiated to war. What I know is from what I have read in books.
I know mostly about Vietnam. You could consider the book a F. Did you have Iraqi friends? Cum was only nine or ten years old, and his clothes hung loosely off of emaciated shoulders and arms. His hair was matted and dirty and in need of being cut. Yellow teeth broke up the gaps in his mouth. He was altogether a pitiful sight. The kid was legitimately homeless. There was no rosy future in a capitalist Iraq for Cum; he was at the bottom of the world and everyone around him knew it. Cum spoke virtually no English when we met, and even at the end, he could communicate only in a few broken phrases whose meaning was always unclear.
Our one-sided conversations made the days go faster. I would tell him about fishing in the St. Johns River with my father when I was his age, and he would tell me whatever it was he told me. Before long he was working for me.
The Last True Story I’ll Ever Tell
Before long, he had been adopted by the rest of the squad, too. He was a good kid, but it took a while to realize how attached he had become to us. During the blistering summer of Bagdad, Alpha Company was tasked out with an additional duty. In the western edge of our sector was the old Ministry of Labor. The darkened offices and hallway were cluttered with all kinds of paperwork spilling out of pregnant file cabinets.
Family photographs torn from the walls by looters lay on the ground like discarded baseball cards. In the lot adjacent to the MOL was an old chemical plant that was suspected in the much-vaunted hunt for weapons of mass destruction. When the unit that had been there pulled out, we had to provide a presence to keep a semblance of order and of course safeguard the stockpiles of sarin gas that we were sure were buried just beneath the surface.
Important as our presence was, one thing is true about war: There is always more work than there are soldiers. Only two squads at a time were sent to the MOL. For one week, those eighteen soldiers would live in absolute squalor. The building was full of rotting feces. Piles of it, along with MRAE toilet paper, littered the floor.
The heat had turned the building into an oven, and the smell was overpowering. As your time in Iraq lengthened, what were you thinking? While the occasional sniper fire from across the river did keep us honest, for the most part OP 1 was a dull way to spend the evening. Even the constant pondering about our homecoming had died out.
We were never going home. We knew what an AK bullet sounds like when it zips unseen by our heads. We had heard the deafening blast of millimeter rounds exploding near us. We knew the screams of the wounded and dying, and had seen the tears of men, of soldiers. I watched as we de-evolved into animals, and all this time there was a sinking feeling that we were changing from hunter to hunted. Are you sure that this book is nonfiction? Author John Crawford seems to answer that directly in the last paragraph.
This is a true story. You can tell because it makes your stomach turn. I am home now, and I will never again write a true story. While I was never there, I would say that this is a realistic view of what it was like in Iraq in It captures plenty of boredom and horror. Enough to make anyone glad to have never been there. Are there books about men who have been to war and happily look back upon their experience?
My quiet optimism has been replaced by something darker, a kind of hatred — of what, I cannot even grasp or imagine. I put out my cigarette and lit another one, sucking in a deep breath of poison, holding it, then letting it go. None of us talked about stuff like that. And as Bagdad slept beneath me, I tried to believe my own lies. I went to the gas station yesterday to buy some cigarettes. An Arabic man was working behind the counter.
He turned when he heard the door chime and gave me a broad smile. I never wanted to hate anyone; it just sort of happens that way in a war. To the soldiers who, having scouted ahead, stand alone knocking the dust from their boots and waiting patiently for their comrades.
May 10, Visha rated it it was ok. I could see where Crawford might have been in a writing class and someone said, "Hey, you're writing about your experiences as a soldier in war? While the title of Crawford's book and his final chapter are strongly reminiscent of O'Brian's essay "How to Tell a True War Story," it lacks the artistry, the finesse, the ironic tone of O'Brian's work.
Crawford is, to put it bluntly and in his own words: None of them make any fucking sense" - these sentiments are not the only thing similar to "How to Tell a True War Story", so is the construction of the last chapter, as Crawford takes the reader with him to a seafood festival back home, showing the colorful characters who inhabit his North Florida hometown, and then after telling a harrowing story of shooting a young boy, WAKES UP yes, you read that correctly to discover that he's still back in Iraq and life is hell.
It felt like a piece that was strongly worked over in writing class. I wondered about the organization of this book - specifically, the title chapter "The Last True Story I'll Ever Tell" was the last chapter, before the epilogue and might have opened the book better than the way it currently opens.
The Last True Story Places and terms are dropped onto the page; it's up to the reader to define them. Something that I thought was interesting was the way Crawford reacts to people with Arabic appearances when he returns. He does not deny his irrational anger towards them. In one instance, he walks into a convenience store and immediately leaves when he sees that the proprietor is Arabic; in another moment, later in the book, he states " While he is specific regarding the various indignities and dangers of serving in Iraq, he is far more vague when discussing his bride and what transpired between them or with her that left him alone and scrounging for food and shelter when he returned to the states.
I suppose, though, the reader can create her own story. There is nothing positive within the pages - no redemption, no happy endings for anyone, no upside. Feb 13, Melissa rated it did not like it Shelves: I really thought I would like this book. I really wanted to like this book. I had a really hard time actually finishing this book. I actually made myself finish it because I kept thinking "Surely at some point, it will be good. Firstly I disliked the overall negativity that permeated this book.
Yes - I can understand some of his negative emotions towards the e I really thought I would like this book. Yes - I can understand some of his negative emotions towards the events that unfold, but I felt like he was mostly just complaining and people were paying to read him complain.
I tried very hard to empathize with the author, but found it very hard considering his attitude and his actions during many of the events described in the book. His actions were often very irresponsible, dangerous and just plain stupid. So it was really hard to feel anything for him except maybe a little disgust and, therefore, very difficult to enjoy his memoir.
Additionally, I felt that the "story" was too jumbled and didn't really flow. The memoir is just bits and pieces of his memories strung together as he chooses and I never felt like there was any rhyme or reason to what he included and how it was arranged. Definitely not a book I would recommend to anyone. Jan 06, Andrew rated it liked it. A friend, Sean Coutain, gave me this book a couple years ago, and I didn't read it then because I was just back from Iraq and not interested. I finally picked it up last week and flew through it. Crawford's experience was much different than mine. In part, because he was there at the start--it was the wild west and living conditions were at their most primitive.
I had expected this book to be an indictment of the Iraq War, and maybe that's even what Crawford intended.
Instead, however, I found i A friend, Sean Coutain, gave me this book a couple years ago, and I didn't read it then because I was just back from Iraq and not interested. Instead, however, I found it to be a gripping story told from the POV and in the salty vernacular of a lower enlisted soldier in the Florida National Guard. Unfortunately, the book confirms all negative things active duty soldiers have always believed about the National Guard. However, the problems don't stem from soldier quality; they stem from gutless leadership.
Crawford's world appears to be devoid of leadership. We enter his world after he is fully disillusioned, drug addled, and angry, and things only get worse from there. Aug 11, Budd rated it really liked it Shelves: At the author states, "you know it is true because it turns your stomach. It is a book about the reality of war from the perspective of those entrenched in it. While experiences differ, Crawford's experience was that of a person that was on the ground for over a year and really didn't see that our presence was making much of a difference.
This, more than likely, shades his opinion and his At the author states, "you know it is true because it turns your stomach. This, more than likely, shades his opinion and his stories. It is a very interesting book and I am glad that I listened to it. A poorly written collection of unrelated and pointless stories about a soldier's experiences in the War in Iraq.
Maybe that's the point, that the war is random and pointless and we'll all be glad when it's over. Feb 07, Steve Kohn rated it it was ok. This review is written on 18 February without having read any of the other reviews. I want to offer an opinion without being influenced by other readers.
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I won't be as insightful or thoughtful as they, as I am writing in a hurry, preparing to leave for Iraq myself in three days but as a contractor , and -- full disclosure -- having just retired after 36 years in the US Army. First, I salute John Crawford for having served in the Infantry and facing daily dangers in direct combat, neither of This review is written on 18 February without having read any of the other reviews. First, I salute John Crawford for having served in the Infantry and facing daily dangers in direct combat, neither of which I can say about myself, all my career a support weenie.
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The last national leader who lead men in battle was probably Napoleon. Unfortunately a leader sharing the danger and hardship of war with his men did not make them any less willing to wage war. The European ruling class during the middle ages existed to fight. One reason that the Catholic Church started the Crusades was to try to get the European nobles to fight the Muslims and lay waste to Muslim lands rather than Christian lands and churches.
In the United States, death and war have become invisible. These men have no direct experience in the military or in war. The nation that they lead has done its best to ignore the war in Iraq as well. The nightly news rarely includes film segments of combat and frequently glosses over the daily toll of death in Iraq. The Army and the National Guard is falling short of their recruitment goals. College Republican groups who vocally support the Iraq war are following in the footsteps of their Republican elders and avoiding military service as well.
The actions of these young Republicans are a loud statement that they believe that this war is someone else's to fight. A noble cause for someone else to suffer and perhaps die in. Slowly the Iraq war is rising in the American consciousness. Mothers of some of the service people killed in Iraq are demanding to know why their children died in a war whose justification has shifted year by year, month by month. There is a flurry of books written by men and women who have served in the US military in Iraq.
On his honeymoon, only a few classes short of graduation, Crawford got word that his National Guard unit would be sent to Iraq to support the US and British invasion which took place on March 20, Crawford was in Iraq for more than a year.
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This is a successful format for recounting an experience that had little logic while Crawford was living it and probably less in retrospect. Generals and journalist try to write accounts that provide some global view of events. Crawford's account is that of an infantryman on the ground, in the dust, dirt and fear. The book opens with a story about the invasion.
Crawford's unit was trapped with a few other units in a dust storm. As night falls, with zero visibility and no anti-tank weapons, they are told that an Iraqi tank unit is headed their way. The dust is everywhere, clogging their weapons, which in any case would do little damage to the Soviet era tanks used by the Iraqi army.
Crawford never finds out whether the tanks pass by his unit or just never show up in the area. Crawford's unit spends the rest of their time in Iraq attempting to provide security in Baghdad.