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Posted May 7, 2012
Ignore the snobbish Kirkus review above and listen to the Wall Street Journal, Army Magazine and New York Journal of Books instead. This is a powerfully written book. As General Ray Odierno states in his forward, this is the most accurate account of the capture to date. You will not be disappointed.
"With We Got Him! Steve Russell has written a superb combat memoir that immediately equals such contemporaries as Nathaniel Fick (One Bullet Away) and Craig Mullaney (The Unforgiving Minute). It may even rival classics like Hal Moore and Joseph Galloway’s, We Were Soldiers Once . . . And Young."
-- Kenneth Allard, New York Journal of Books
"An insider's story of the surprise tips, Napoleonic tactics and dramatic end of the manhunt in Iraq."
– Wall Street Journal
“Superbly written in plain English with asides that ring true. In short, Russell tells a good yarn about good people, both Americans and Iraqis, in Saddam’s stronghold, Tikrit. This good book is well worth buying.”
-- ARMY Magazine
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Posted March 23, 2014
(long peice of story/part 1)
Mason woke up at the sound of the window banging closed.<p> He got up to lock the doors then layed down again, resting his head on his pillow. He closed his eyes and dozed. Mason then felt strong hands grip his shoulders and before he could scream, a hand landed on his mouth, muffleing his crys for help. The person draged him from his bed to the ground, hitting his head on the wooden floor. Hard. Then evreything went black.<p> Mason groaned and blinked open his eyes, dizzy from the hit in the head. He tried to move but his arms and legs were bound, along with a gag in his mouth. Mason gave up and sighed. Moments later a weird, snake like feeling crawled up his leg. Mason tried franticly to see it or shake it off but it was already up his pant leg to his thigh. He let out a muffled cry as he felt another one start up his other leg. They reached his waist and pulled down. There was a ripping sound and soon he was in his gym shorts underneath. The things, tentecles, continued up his stomach and to his shoulders. Seconds later his shirt was gone. He shivered as they continued up and wound around his neck. He swollowed and a whimpering sound came out. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to see a girl.<p> She wore a black mask as if going to a dance. Mason started to squirm as she picked him up like a little kid and put him on a bed. She snapped her fingers and more thick, long tentecles slithered onto him. He struggled until a squeeze around the neck stoped him. The girl smiled and left, leaveing mason in a bed of tentecles. <p>One of them went into mason's back between the shoulder blades like a shot. His muffled scream was choked away by the tentecle around his neck. Suddenly his fear and anger melted into a strange peace. The tentecle that was giveing him the injection slithered away, along with the rest of the tentecles. <p> Mason couldnt move. He just layed there, stareing at the wall in front of him. He couldnt move at all, even though his mind screamed to get the heck out.<p> to be continued.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.