A Medic in Iraq: A Novel of the Iraq War
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by Cole Bolchoz
Description: Told in journal format, this novel of the Iraq war is a fictional story that revolves around a medic and the day-to-day activities of the unit he serves. He tries so hard to keep his men safe, in a world where safety is not an option....
eBook Publisher: ebooksonthe.net/ebooksonthe.net, 2007 ebook
eBookwise Release Date: November 2007
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [195 KB]
Reading time: 128-180 min.
Part of me died in Ramadi Iraq which never can be replaced. Yet a new person is hopefully continuing to grow in a new way through The Holy Trinity. I dedicate this book to God, my family, and all of America. The following sentiments and day to day experiences were good, bad and ugly. Much of the work is based on actual events, but the names, dates and places have been replaced to keep everyone happy. Even more important, the truth is a harsh teacher.
Furthermore, I apologize for any one who finds this opus off color or offensive. My intention is to help reduce the 15 month deployments placed on only the Army Soldiers and not the other branches of the services. Secondly, I want to help military marriages not become extinct. Third, with God's help, I desire to become one of the greatest writers in the realm of American Literature.
On a final note, I have been diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and Bipolar mania. The Army is taking great care of me during this recovery phase. It is my profound hope to once again teach and work as a Emergency Medical Technician either in the US or in Canada ... New Zealand if they will have me. America we must remember we were and are ONE NATION UNDER GOD!!!
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When I was in boot there was this noncom who shouted at us all the time. His favorite thing to say was, "You are not a person, you are in the Army!" We heard that a lot.
The noncoms have their orders to depersonalize the freshly inducted men and women; and to teach them to be part of the fighting organism known as the United States Army. We are like atoms, making up a fighting whole. If you don't fit, you are gone. Army life is simple. You do what you are told. I am just lucky I am not a foot soldier, although I may have to do my own share of killing before all this is over.
You can call me Doc. This is my story; not a political blog, not a protest. I want to tell you about my unit. They call us the Red Platoon. I am a medic working in the combat zone with the Iraqi Police in a place near Baghdad called Ramadi.
This isn't a pretty story. The language is rough and sometimes obscene, because men in danger don't have the time or inclination to watch what they say. I have tried to show you what it is really like out here. There are blood and guts, and bombs exploding just outside the place where you are trying to eat or sleep. There are people screaming bloody murder and guns going off in the middle of the night.
I am going to tell you all about all that, and worse. You wouldn't get it otherwise. They don't want you to know what is going on. Some of the stuff I see every day would blow your mind.
For me, this book is a celebration of young American soldiers serving in Ramadi, their lives as military personnel, their pain as human beings. Much of the material will revolve around the Iraqi Police here and their activities, which are not what you may expect. I will try to be a good journalist and just write down what I see and hear. Take it any way you can.
I ask the guys I interview if I can use their names, and some of them say it is all right, others did not want to be named and that is probably for the best. Some of the stuff here might be considered secret, but I don't think they care unless they plan to re-enlist. What are they going to do? Send us home? For me, Clark Gable said it well, "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn."
So, this is the story of Red Steel and how it meets Ramadi Blue. We are Red Platoon, Third Division, Iraq, stationed with the Iraqi Police in Ramadi. They are called "blue" for the color of their uniforms.
I am sure you will laugh, cry, and maybe even vote in November of 2008 for the next President of the United States. May God have mercy on my soul and the words I send to you.