I grew up in a small town in southern New Hampshire (Merrimack) and looking back on it now, a rather politically conservative town. Most of those political ideals were held in the hearts of the adults of the community and subsequently passed down on to their children. Though my parents were (are) fairly liberal in their views, my father being a conscientious objector during the Vietnam War. Upon graduating high school, several of my good friends decided that the military was the right decision for their lives, and soon after, 9/11 happened, and soon after that, war happened. I moved away soon after graduating and regrettably, in the seven years I been gone, I have not kept in touch with most of those friends. On January 26, 2005, Tim Gibson, 23, was killed near Ar Rutbah, Iraq, in a helicopter crash. Tim was from Merrimack and a friend of mine, a friend with whom I had shared both laughter and beer. While reading this book, I thought of Tim.
The author weaves a loose narrative sparked by the deaths of various soldiers, via the war in Iraq. He latches onto Major Steve Beck, a Marine casualty notifications officer. The book details the entire process, from notification, to bringing each body home, to burial, to the months and years afterward, documenting the effect of war on families and friends. The author doesn't seem to have any political agenda, and for the most part, neither do the families. It is primarily a meditation on national grief. I read many passages through blurred vision, though at times, I felt the author was leaning toward the maudlin, and rather than let the subject or situation carry itself (which it clearly can), he prodded it with unnecessary sentimentality, which I feel cheapened certain passages. But I also believe that this sentimentality was unintentional. He was walking a fine line and sometimes he crossed it, a fault that should be more attributed to his editor than him.
I think this book, as it has been previously stated in other reviews, is an important book for all Americans to read. I don't think it will change whatever view point you have of the war, but it will most certainly remind you of the consequences of war. And that is what this book aims to do: remind the United States that there is still a war going on, and that people are still dying, on both sides, civilians and soldiers, and that is something we should never forget. For those who have chosen to support this war, they should be reminded of the cost. For those who have chosen to object to this war, they should be reminded of their reason for that objection. For those who don't care either way, they should be reminded that they should care, because people are dying in a foreign land in the name of them and their country. And as hard as that is to comprehend, I mean really, truly understand, this book helped me cut through the desensitization, the numbing effect, that has taken hold of this country, and helped me actually feel something, to make this war real, to make its consequences real, to make death real, and not just a number in a newspaper article, or flickering light on a tv screen, but something that makes me think of Tim Gibson, spinning uncontrollably in the Iraqi air, heading toward a certain, fiery death, for me.
"The unintended consequence is a further detachment of the populace not seeing their fallen service member come home...I think that in many ways the people in this country are detached from the war---financially detached, emotionally detached. With the exception of their political stance---that's how they're attached---is what party they belong to. That young lance corporal, his politics don't mean anything. He's fighting for the guy next to him and for us."
-Major Steve Beck (pg 147)