The Deserter's Tale: The Story of an Ordinary Soldier Who Walked Away from the War in Iraq

By Joshua Key, Lawrence Hill

 “Destined to turn into a part of the literature of the Iraq struggle . . . a considerable contribution to history.”—Los Angeles Times

Now in paperback, The Deserter’s Tale is the 1st memoir from a soldier who abandoned from the battle in Iraq, and a bright and damning indictment of the yank army crusade. In spring 2003, younger Oklahoman Joshua Key used to be despatched to Ramadi as a part of a wrestle engineer corporation. It was once no longer the crusade opposed to terrorists and evildoers he had anticipated. Key observed Iraqi civilians overwhelmed, shot, and killed, or maimed for very little provocation. After seven months in Iraq, Key used to be domestic on go away and knew he couldn't go back. So he took his kin and went underground within the usa, eventually looking asylum in Canada after fourteen months in hiding. Detailing the grinding horrors of lifestyles as a part of an occupying strength, The Deserter’s Tale is the tale of a conservative-minded relatives guy and patriot who went to battle believing unquestioningly in his government’s dedication to integrity and justice, and the way what he observed in Iraq remodeled him into anyone who might now not serve his country.

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This was once standard of the few reviews I had with detainees. apart from those I helped seize and zipcuff in the course of apartment raids, I by no means observed the place the boys have been first taken into custody or the place they have been going. and barely used to be I able to witness how they have been saved. One morning in Ramadi, whereas i used to be sitting on best of my armored team of workers provider open air a bit residence managed by means of males from one other platoon within the third Armored Cavalry Regiment, I observed infantrymen open the door and push a unadorned prisoner outdoor.

It’s now not yours. ” “This is American money,” I instructed him. “You’re now not American, and you've got no enterprise having it. ” the money stayed in my pocket. jewellery. funds. If it seemed reliable, we helped ourselves. I stole no matter what i needed within the preliminary raids, yet i finished doing that once my first few weeks in Iraq. The extra uneasy I felt approximately what we have been doing there, the fewer i needed to make concerns worse. Others in my platoon looted to their hearts’ content material. One fellow amassed gold jewellery and mailed it domestic to his spouse.

She didn’t say one undesirable notice to me approximately arriving domestic as under the influence of alcohol as a skunk. She simply took my hand and led me domestic. Zackary and Adam, who have been 5 and 3, dove into my hands. Philip, who was once simply over one, didn’t be aware of who i used to be. irrespective of. I spent the remainder of the day loving on all of them, or even Philip knew i used to be his father by the point he went to mattress that evening. again domestic in citadel Carson, my nightmares persevered. I dreamed of decapitated heads, observing me and calling out accusations. I dreamed of kids loss of life.

One milk and 5 sugars. ” “You like a drop of caffeine together with your sugar, do you? ” I grinned back. He known as for somebody to get me a espresso, simply the best way I had requested for it, and inside of a minute the steaming cup used to be sitting in my hand. Van Houten had a stack of papers on his table and a pen in his hand. “All correct with you if I ask a number of questions? ” he acknowledged. “Sure. ” “That’s good,” he stated. “’Cause i've got loads of them. ” “Fine with me. ” Van Houten started with the fundamentals. What used to be my complete identify?

While it grew to become noticeable even to the fellows busting the concrete ground that there has been not anything in the home yet a few indignant girls, we went again outdoor. i discovered deepest first-class Hayes with a girl lower than an empty carport. He pointed his M-16 at her head yet she wouldn't cease screaming. “What are you doing this for? ” she acknowledged. Hayes advised her to close up. “We have performed not anything to you,” she went on. Hayes was once commencing to lose it, and we weren’t even supposed to be chatting with this lady. I advised her that we have been there on orders and that we couldn’t converse to her, yet on and on and on she bawled at Hayes and me.

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