Foreword / by Lt. Gen (Ret.) C. Bruce Green, MD
Just a little bomb; nobody died
Everywhere I looked, I saw dirt
No skull bone on left, handle carefully
For the first time in my career, I didn't know what to do
I'm not the only one getting shot at here
I can still see his face and smell his blood
Glasgow coma score of seven
"Daddy, come home right now!"
This kid's gonna die, and it's my fault
"Get that cat outta here!"
The night Vania's family was shot
Plugged rockets and homemade biological weapons
They were still screaming when the choppers landed
I saw in 2137 everything I hated in the world
We'll all get through this together
Purple ink: the mark of freedom
Freezing to death in a muddy hole
The American soldier, the terrorist, and the blood drive
Rose is my daughter's age
His grip loosened and his hand dropped out of mine
Our next stop was Abu Ghraib
Baghdad: a beautiful, broken place
You got to keep moving or you get hit, bro
We have a special patient here tonight
It's going to take a whole series of miracles
Afterword by Philip Yancey.
