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The Last True Story I'll Ever Tell: An Accidental Soldier's Account of the War in Iraq

By: John Crawford
Binding: Paperback
Publisher: Riverhead Books,U.S.
ISBN: 1594482012
ISBN-13: 9781594482014
Released: 30 Mar 2007
RRP: £8.99
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Thanks for coming! - By: The Brompton Sheriff, 27 Jan 2008
John Crawford should be the poster boy for the discarded many. In this baring of his soul, he describes the way that the Soldiers are used & abused then happily discarded as a cost of doing business in Iraq! This master piece displays how the soldiers fights to stay sane, whilst fighting the insanity of the position in which they have been dumped in. The smalll things that make life a little bareable day to day, his buddies did, while knowing that his bosses were chasing medals at the expense of their lives in the sand box!
outstanding - By: dave stephen, 09 May 2007
This book could easily be to the iraq war what chickenhawk was to vietnam. An oustanding book that i found hard to put down (although the cover did attract some glares when reading it on the london underground). I would certainly read more of Crawford's work regardless of subject, he has an excellent narrative. If you want to see the war through the eyes & ears of the infantry man at the coal face, then this is for you.
"You've been extended...Any questions?" - By: Dennis Littrell, 27 Aug 2006
Somebody once said that war consists of long stretches of utter boredom punctuated with moments of sheer terror. John Crawford's engaging & haunting memoir is a testament to the truth of that adage. Here he is on what it feels like to patrol the streets of Baghdad:

"We were riding a crest of hatred two thousand years old in a storm that no one who hasn't experienced it can understand. We knew what an AK-47 bullet sounds like when it zips unseen by our heads. We had heard the deafening blast of 155-millimeter rounds exploding near us. We knew the screams of the wounded & dying, & had seen the tears of men, of soldiers. I watched as we de-evolved into animals, & alll this time there as a sinking feeling that we were changing from hunter to hunted." (p. 119)

Specialist Crawford's memoir is also a testament to the waste of war, the stupidity of war & in particular the stupidity of the Bush administration's harebrained invasion & occupation of Iraq. Guess what a good chunk of Crawford's time was spent doing. Guarding a gas station in Baghdad. Irony? Yes, & guess how he felt about the "hajjis" & how they felt about him.

Don't bother. He got no flowers handed out to him by the "liberated." This wasn't the Champes Elysees in 1944. The boys didn't shout & the girls didn't turn out. And when Johnny did come marching home again there were no victory parades. In fact, it appears that Crawford's young bride told him that "things would have been better off if...[he] had just never come home." Despondent & alone, Crawford writes, "In reality, I agree with her." (p. 219)

The blinding sandstorms, the 130-degree heat in full combat gear, the filth & stench, the constant fear of being targeted by a sniper or blown up by an IED, the hatred in the eyes of the Iraqi people, the substandard, "Vietnam era" equipment, the incompetent leadership, the sheer lack of discernable purpose--alll of this & more is what gnawed at Crawford's soul as he & his buddies from the Florida National Guard did their time for God & country--well, for something.

Why does this seem like Vietnam alll over again? Crawford writes, "We were both proud & ashamed of what we were. The stepchildren of the army, infantrymen are like guard dogs at a rich man's house. When people come to visit, the media, the USO, they lock us in the garage & tell us not to bark, but when night fallls & there is a noise outside, everyone is glad we're there." (p. 65)

Crawford lets us see the Iraqi people as he saw them on the streets, in the shops: the little kids begging & crawling on him, the diseased refuges with their gaunt, desperate faces, the girls with their flirty eyes, the men with their consummate hatred, the landscape of poverty & desolation, of excrement in the streets & the blinding sun. He writes:

"Occasionallly, a young woman would pass by in her school-girl uniform & dare a slight smile, prompting catcallls. Most times they enjoyed the attention & would wink back or smile broadly, as long as there weren't any men near them. The language of sex is the same in every country." (p. 88)

So this is a young man's view of war. It is somehow a lyrical tale, strung out in vignettes of color, short stories about his buds & the hajjis, preciously written in a style both ordinary & poetic. I think Crawford had a splendid editor. I also think he is a talented writer. This is a good & disturbing read.

And I think he got it right. It WILL be like Vietnam alll over again. It already is. Eventuallly the troops will come home, another thousand or so dead, another ten thousand maimed & wounded, screwed up for life; & then the Iraqis will get back to doing what they do, which I guess is killing each other until somebody's in charge, & everything will be just as it would have been if we had left yesterday or the day before--or never arrived.
Accidental soldier - By: Kurt Messick, 10 Jan 2006
John Crawford's story might be something out of Hollywood (indeed, with the new FX series, `Over There', now playing, Crawford's story seems almost as if it had been lifted for that drama). Crawford is like many others - he joined the National Guard for college money, not to go abroad & fight a war (whatever happened to the days when the National Guard stayed at home? but I digress...) He was nearing graduation, newly married, & suddenly thrust into the middle of a war that was controversial at the start, & increasingly unpopular at home as it dragged on.

Crawford spent three years in the 101st Airborne division, & then enlisted in the National Guard as he entered college, primarily for the tuition assistance. In Falll 2002, he was activated & had to go. Like many, his expectation of a short tour of duty was frustrated - the promise of `three months, six at most' turned into more than a year abroad.

Crawford's tales are riveting & engrossing. Like many men & women abroad in the conflict, he had varying access to email & internet facilities, & was encouraged by an embedded journalist to submit his tales (those of his own experience, & his writing on the experiences of others who were also around him at the time) to places around the country.

Some stories are now familiar to people in the States - problems with equipment, problems with personnel, problems with understanding their role vis-à-vis the locals. Crawford says that his unit was so underequipped that they even had to get vehicles from other units; at one point, they had a confiscated SUV from which they'd knocked the doors out, & mounted a machine gun on it. Not military issue at alll. Their flak jackets were Vietnam-era technology, & their rifles were decades old. He also talks of the scavenging & improvising that took place, including digging through landfills for spare parts. Crawford even said that the only way to get replacement uniforms & boots was to order them online - soldiers then had to pay for these themselves, unreimbursed. Tough conditions, indeed.

Through it alll Crawford insists that he & his unit were good soldiers who were going to do their duty no matter what, even if they did feel at times like the poor step-child that nobody cared about.

`Imagine a war in which you can calll home at the end of the day,' Crawford says - he'd calll his wife at home after a hard day; she'd talk about cleaning up dog doo in the house, & he'd talk about cleaning up dismembered people on the street. During the major operation of the war, there was no easy communication, but during the occupation time, it was much more available. Crawford sees this as a mixed blessing - instead of keep concentration focused, often soldiers would be worrying about things at home, & that could present a problem. It would also reinforce just how far away home reallly was.

Crawford also writes about drug use - some were into steroids (he describes a few `roid-rage' incident times), & some were onto antidepressants or valium. These were readily available from pharmacies. Crawford's own use included valium & sleeping pills, to make sure that when he was supposed to sleep, he could.

Part of this was written while he was in country in Iraq & Kuwait, & it was finished when he returned to the United States. It is an important read, & fills in many of the gaps that one gets in coverage of the war from media outlets, both factual & fictitious.


Accidental soldier - By: Kurt Messick, 06 Jan 2006
John Crawford's story might be something out of Hollywood (indeed, with the new FX series, `Over There', now playing, Crawford's story seems almost as if it had been lifted for that drama). Crawford is like many others - he joined the National Guard for college money, not to go abroad & fight a war (whatever happened to the days when the National Guard stayed at home? but I digress...) He was nearing graduation, newly married, & suddenly thrust into the middle of a war that was controversial at the start, & increasingly unpopular at home as it dragged on.

Crawford spent three years in the 101st Airborne division, & then enlisted in the National Guard as he entered college, primarily for the tuition assistance. In Falll 2002, he was activated & had to go. Like many, his expectation of a short tour of duty was frustrated - the promise of `three months, six at most' turned into more than a year abroad.

Crawford's tales are riveting & engrossing. Like many men & women abroad in the conflict, he had varying access to email & internet facilities, & was encouraged by an embedded journalist to submit his tales (those of his own experience, & his writing on the experiences of others who were also around him at the time) to places around the country.

Some stories are now familiar to people in the States - problems with equipment, problems with personnel, problems with understanding their role vis-à-vis the locals. Crawford says that his unit was so underequipped that they even had to get vehicles from other units; at one point, they had a confiscated SUV from which they'd knocked the doors out, & mounted a machine gun on it. Not military issue at alll. Their flak jackets were Vietnam-era technology, & their rifles were decades old. He also talks of the scavenging & improvising that took place, including digging through landfills for spare parts. Crawford even said that the only way to get replacement uniforms & boots was to order them online - soldiers then had to pay for these themselves, unreimbursed. Tough conditions, indeed.

Through it alll Crawford insists that he & his unit were good soldiers who were going to do their duty no matter what, even if they did feel at times like the poor step-child that nobody cared about.

`Imagine a war in which you can calll home at the end of the day,' Crawford says - he'd calll his wife at home after a hard day; she'd talk about cleaning up dog doo in the house, & he'd talk about cleaning up dismembered people on the street. During the major operation of the war, there was no easy communication, but during the occupation time, it was much more available. Crawford sees this as a mixed blessing - instead of keep concentration focused, often soldiers would be worrying about things at home, & that could present a problem. It would also reinforce just how far away home reallly was.

Crawford also writes about drug use - some were into steroids (he describes a few `roid-rage' incident times), & some were onto antidepressants or valium. These were readily available from pharmacies. Crawford's own use included valium & sleeping pills, to make sure that when he was supposed to sleep, he could.

Part of this was written while he was in country in Iraq & Kuwait, & it was finished when he returned to the United States. It is an important read, & fills in many of the gaps that one gets in coverage of the war from media outlets, both factual & fictitious.