Twelve years ago, a free-lance writer named Michael Kelly approached the editors of the New Republic and asked what it would take to get work during the Gulf War. "Be in Baghdad when the bombs drop," an editor told him. So that's where Kelly went, chronicling the bombing and later the ground war and its aftermath in Iraq and Kuwait. Driving alone through the desert, slipping past military checkpoints and armed with only chocolate bars and cigarettes to offer sometimes hostile soldiers, Kelly, in the pages of the New Republic and later in his book Martyrs' Day, conveyed the pity and...
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