Not a good book, not worth your time. This is the first book for this author and I think, should be his last. I'm not sure where I got the idea to read this book but after I finished I was just plain mad I wasted my time reading it. It was written very strangely and thus made it hard to understand. When I got to the end I was asking what was even the point. It is a very detailed book which is not my kind of book at all, too tedious and boring if you ask me. It is about two soilders going off to war in Iraq. It is about what the war does to them and about loss. They are both young and forced to fight a war that doesn't make sense nor were they prepared for. "We only pay attention to rare things, and death was not rare." Death in a war is not rare and in order to keep going and survive I believe soilders shut off their brains and move on auto pilot. "All pain is the same. Only the detials are different." Pain is hard and it hurts and we all experience it in some way, just in different ways. "I feel like I'm being eaten from the inside out and I can't tell anyone what's going on because everyone is so grateful to me all the time and I'll feel like I'm ungrateful or something. Or like I'll give away that I don't deserve anyone's gratitide and really they should all hate me for what I've done but eveyone loves me for it and it's driving me crazy." A soilder said this when he came home from the war. He felt like everything he did was wrong and he didn't deserve gratitude. He hated himself for all that he had done and couldn't understand why others didn't hate him as well. Really this story is sad. It it yet another glimpse of our soilders and all the pain and darkness they encounter. How do you unsee what you've seen in war? How do you ever undo the things you've done in battle? How do you ever recover from that? I'm grateful to our soilders and their families. I pray they find Jesus to bring them peace and healing after fighting for my freedom. And as a side note this book has a lot of swearing in it.