by Russell BlairFrom the publisher:
Phony memoirs and fake tales from Iraq have discredited both genres. Truth or lies? Fact or fiction? Memoir or novel? My story starts like this: "I was introduced to Iraq up close and personal flying 100 ft off the ground in a Blackhawk helicopter. I was on my way to Mosul from Camp Anaconda and we flew with the doors open, gunners at the ready, rising and falling with the contours of the land. Following the Tigris River north, we passed over farms, villages, isolated mud huts and herds of sheep. Little children waved and smiled while their parents stared at us with sullen faces..... for thousands of years armies have marched across this same land seeking conquest and empire and treasure. And here I am and I'm wearing my Elvis shades."
The author spent two years in Iraq as a civilian contractor.
