This is a harrowing, yet inspiring portrait of a tormented consciousness struggling for reconciliation and peace. Anthony Swofford's grandfather fought in World War II, his father fought in Vietnam, and he, a directionless, testosterone-battered teenager, became a scout/sniper in the US Marines and fought in the Gulf War. His account of that time is also part of a lineage - after Wilfred Owen, Norman Mailer, Michael Herr and Tim O'Brien, it brings the raw and searing tradition of soldiers' tales up to date In the West, many have become convinced that it is possible to fight a war largely without casualties. Swofford's brutally honest account of life as a marine in the Gulf shows that every human being trained to kill another is a casualty. The author endures six months of sand-ridden hell with his fellow "jarheads", tortured by boredom and fear. He suffers physical abuse from a training officer, is betrayed by his girlfriend at home, puts a loaded gun in his mouth, threatens to kill a fellow soldier, and comes under fire from both the enemy and another US military unit With the conflict over, Swofford hikes for miles through a landscape of incinerated Iraqui soldiers and is almos