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Battlefield. This word immediately stirs up a myriad of images,
Battlefield. This word immediately stirs up a myriad of images, anything from charging horses and swords to beaches strewn with mines, numbered hills and rice patties, or a dry barren patch of desert in Afghanistan. Some of the fiercest, most frightening battles are fought on the smallest field of all - the one inside each participant's mind.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
The enemy. Traditionally, the men in those other uniforms. Morphed into present, the enemy is the man, woman or child currently trying to destroy you. Forget the uniforms. Forget the military insignia identifying opposing sides. Forget tradition. Hope you have good instincts and excellent reaction time and never let your guard down.
War. Armed clashes over territory, wealth, political/religious ideals, revenge, most any issue that has two or more sides. Sometimes the reasons are so clear they need little justification. Sometimes, you have to wonder.......
This is the story of a woman's attempt to claim her brother's body. Her stated intention - to bury him according to religious and tribal tradition. It is complicated by the fact her brother was killed leading a bloody raid on this remote army fort.
Interestingly, this story is told in the first person, a different person with each chapter. The reader has a chance to see the situation through so many eyes, to experience the full spectrum of emotions that accompany it. To attempt to understand that which defies understanding.
At the end of the first chapter, some may consider putting this book aside. Don't. Read it. Digest it. And, if you are brave enough, this book will hold up a mirror for you to examine. Gaze into your own heart and mind when you finish. Are you comfortable with who you see?
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