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Sometimes all you can do is just eat the cherry cobbler – “Redeployment” by Phil Klay

This collection of short stories is bitterly heartbreaking, comical, insightful, and some of the stories are simply amazing.  Phil Klay served in Iraq for 13 months as a Public Affairs Officer and his writing is beautiful.  Don’t get me wrong here, it is rough, harsh, and descriptive in a way that makes you wince, but it is beautiful.  Not to grandstand, but this is a book that everyone, particularly Americans, should read.

The stories begin with a marine returning home to his wife after a tour in Iraqi.  His long anticipated return is awkward and not exactly what he had been looking forward to:

“Getting back feels like your first breath after nearly drowning. Even if it hurts, it’s good.”

They had been thumbs_military_policemen_on_security_patrol_outside_tq_-_shooting dogs in Iraq for sport and the soldier returns to his beloved dog who is old and sick.  It is awful to think of shooting dogs, so this book was a rough start for me, but there is an important point Klay is making.  This is who the soldier becomes. The man, who has a dog that he loves and misses and cares for at home, can put that piece of himself or herself away and think of dogs as target practice.

And the stories take you through all these pieces of being a soldier – the mundane day to day tours, the house raids, the mind-numbing administrative positions, the frustratingly stupid foreign politics, etc.  Klay doesn’t miss the ridiculous either, the all Iraq needs is baseball or widow beekeepers to recover moments are in there and they are head-shakingly funny.   But most compelling for me is how we place these people in extraordinary situations, with guns and death and nightmares in the making, and then we expect them to be able to handle the “normal.”   Once you go through this experience a simple trip to the mall with crowds of people takes on a whole different meaning of awareness.

The story that really seemed to the best example of that expectation of normal  was early on in the book. After a raid on a Iraqi home, after cleaning off the blood of Iraqis and fellow soldiers, the men sit down in the mess hall to dinner with their choice of any kind of cobbler.  For one young kid this was the first time he had killed anyone and he just sits there staring.  The other guys get him cherry cobbler, it is supposed to be the best, and hand him a spoon.

It is the best illustration that there are these moments in life where all you can do is keep going, even if that means you are just committing to do a small everyday thing.  Because really, if you think about it, we were told we were fighting this war to hold onto the small everyday things that make our lives meaningful.  Even things as simple as cobbler.

“Maybe you didn’t understand American foreign policy or why we were at war. Maybe you never will. But it doesn’t matter. You held up your hand and said, “I’m willing to die for these worthless civilians.” 

August 30, 2015 at 9:21 am 3 comments

Longing for the Ordinary – “The Yellow Birds” by Kevin Powers

“The Yellow Birds” by Kevin Powers, Published in 2012

This book is powerful and beautiful.  I was hesitant to read it because of the subject matter (the Iraq war) but after finishing it I think this book is important.  It is important because for me, like so many other Americans, there has been a luxury in my relationship with the Iraq war.  It had been easy to go off on my political diatribes about the war (i.e. why were we there, what are we thinking) but it had been without heart.   Though this book did not change my reality , it did change my perspective and made me more reflective – more the way I should have been thinking about the war all along.  The possibility that literature can change our view of the world is what makes literature so essential. This book is a great example of how literature can change us.

Private Bartle is sent to Iraq when he is twenty-one years old.  At basic training he becomes friends with eighteen-year-old Private Murphy.  He promises Murph’s mother that he will see him through the war.  The friends find themselves in a battle outside of Al Tafar.  They are trapped in what seems to be an endless battle to capture the city.  They are fatigued and battle-weary, they see unspeakable things.  They trick their bodies into not sleeping and trick their minds into not caring.  And it is all pointless.  Bartle knows that there is a battle in this same location every year at the same time – ground is gained, ground is lost, and then it all starts over again.  War is relentless.

“The war tried to kill us in the spring. As grass greened the plains of Nineveh and the weather warmed, we patrolled the low-slung hills beyond the cities and towns. We moved over them and through the tall grass on faith, kneading paths into the windswept growth like pioneers. While we slept, the war rubbed its thousand ribs against the ground in prayer. When we pressed onward through exhaustion, its eyes were white and open in the dark. While we ate, the war fasted, fed by its own deprivation. It made love and gave birth and spread through fire.

But as the battle continues it becomes evident that Murph has become untethered and that Bartle may not be able to protect him from unraveling.  You know at the outset of the book that Murph dies but it is the way he dies and the ultimate choices that Bartle has to make that is stunning.   When Bartle returns home he is haunted but also strangely removed from everything. He no longer fits anywhere.

Powers served in Iraq in 2004 and 2005. He also has a masters in poetry.  Though this seems like an odd combination, this poet soldier has done something amazing here. He has taken his painful memories and experiences in Iraq and created this beautifully lyrical fictional account of war in Iraq.  It is an astonishing feat akin to the likes of Tim O’Brien in “The Things They Carry.”

For me the most powerful element of the book was Bartle’s desperate attempt to have normal, to be ordinary, to just make it through.  He is bereft of ambition but is instead committed to a simple form of existence.   His emotional disengagement is a great reminder to the reader that anyone who lives through these types of experiences has to disengage in order to survive.  They become a shell of their former selves and hope only to make it home.  And when they go home they long for things to be simple, a return to the what they were before.  But of course that is impossible and the fact that our society pretends that this return to normal is somehow achievable is perhaps the biggest lie of them all.

“I knew that at least a few of the stars I saw were probably gone already, collapsed into nothing. I felt like I was looking at a lie. But I didn’t mind. The world makes liars of us all.”

May 20, 2013 at 6:01 pm 3 comments


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