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Warrior Police: Rolling with America's Military Police in the World's Trouble Spots

Warrior Police: Rolling with America's Military Police in the World's Trouble Spots

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by Gordon Cucullu, Chris Fontana

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For the first time ever, an explosive inside look at modern military police units and their role in defending our freedom

America has been at war on several fronts since the 9/11 attack. While public attention has focused on Marines, conventional Army units, and Special Operations Forces, a lion's share of the


For the first time ever, an explosive inside look at modern military police units and their role in defending our freedom

America has been at war on several fronts since the 9/11 attack. While public attention has focused on Marines, conventional Army units, and Special Operations Forces, a lion's share of the war-fighting has been done, under media radar, by Military Police units. These squad and platoon-sized units patrol dangerous urban streets, build up local police units to improve neighborhood stability, and conduct civic action missions. On many occasions they have rushed into a vicious firefight to come to the assistance of infantry units in desperate straits. They keep villages Taliban-free, monitor balloting sites, and interdict drug shipments. In detention centers at Camp Bucha, Iraq, Bagram, Afghanistan, and Guantanamo, Cuba they guard some of the most dangerous terrorists in history.

The story is told by the soldiers themselves, recounting what they have seen and experienced, along with historical context and first-hand field observations by the author team who were provided with unique inside access. Warrior Police takes readers into the bloody streets of Iraq, the dangerous back-country of Afghanistan, and wherever our Military Police are needed.

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Publishers Weekly
Another collaboration between Cucullu (Inside Gitmo), who fought in Vietnam and El Salvador and had been embedded in Iraq in 2008 and Afghanistan in 2010, and researcher Fontana, the volume focuses on a seldom-highlighted segment of the U.S. armed forces—the military police. As described by the authors, the group compromises "infantry and cops, destroyers and builders, eliminators and facilitators." Col. David Phillips was at the Pentagon on Sept. 11, and sent to Kuwait in early 2003. Col. David Quantock had to address the Abu Ghraib prison scandal. 1st Lieut. Alvin Shell risked his own life to save others in Iraq. Despite Cucullu and Fontana's strident efforts, the overall narrative proves difficult to follow. (Sept.)
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Warrior Police is an action-filled page-turner that illuminates the bravery of a special breed of soldier - Army MPs. These daring and innovative soldiers have performed heroically in the most dangerous corners of Afghanistan and Iraq. With Warrior Police, Cucullu and Fontana immerse readers in world that feels a lot like Saving Private Ryan meets Blackhawk Down.” —Matthew Alexander, author of HOW TO BREAK A TERRORIST and KILL OR CAPTURE

“The unsung role of military police in a campaign is vital. As bad as things got in Afghanistan and Iraq, Cucullu and Fontana's compelling narrative reveals how the military police succeeded in preventing them from getting worse.” —Dwight Jon Zimmerman, award-winning co-author of UNCOMMON VALOR: The Medal of Honor and the Six Warriors Who Earned It in Afghanistan and Iraq

“Cucullu and Fontana capture the heart, grit, danger and essence of MPs at war in Iraq and Afghanistan. Warrior police are truly the most versatile soldiers on any battlefield.” —Charles W. Sasser, author of NONE LEFT BEHIND and retired MP First Sergeant and Green Beret

Warrior Police is a candid, gritty and ultimately compelling book about soldiers on the very cutting edge of the Iraq war. It's a story that gets to the heart of what it means to be a combat leader.” —Jim Michaels, author of A CHANCE IN HELL: The Men who Triumphed over Iraq's Deadliest City and Turned the Tide of War

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The windowless Pentagon conference room shuddered with a strange vibration seconds before the deep rumble of an explosion rocked the building. Colonel David Phillips glanced at his watch, noting the time—0937—while springing from his chair, running for the door alongside shocked colleagues.
As if in a slow-motion nightmare Phillips raced down the long Pentagon corridors in the most direct route to his far-side office. He quickly encountered emergency workers who already blocked the way. Without pause Phillips glanced around, desperately looking for a stairwell. He almost tumbled down the wide staircase toward the nearest exit. Pushing his way through crowds of evacuees, he sprinted outside.
He was blinded for a moment in the bright sunlight. As he looked west, his worst fears crashed into the center of his soul—gigantic roiling clouds of oily black smoke gushed from the distant side of the building. All that he had prepared for during his long Army career, yet had never personally experienced, stretched out before his eyes in a kaleidoscope of chaos.
Fire trucks and emergency vehicles were already jumping the curbs and tearing across the lawns as onlookers—witnesses—were driven back from the scorching heat, the stench of jet fuel and flames shooting out from a monstrous crater in the side of the Pentagon’s smooth, five-story wall.
His side of the building.
Where are my people? his mind screamed as he struggled to absorb what was clearly a mass-casualty situation and fought against waves of nausea at the realization that every one of his staff could be dead or lying wounded inside.
*   *   *
That fateful morning certainly hadn’t started out that way.
Phillips, a lanky military police officer, had only recently been parked in a relatively quiet temporary assignment at the Pentagon, as director of security for the Army staff, while waiting to take command of the 89th Military Police Brigade at Fort Hood, Texas. “We’re going to put you in a quiet job, in charge of Army security at the Pentagon for a few months, so that you can focus your energies on prepping up for your new command,” his superiors had told him. And it was working out very well.
Life was good for the forty-five-year-old native of Cleveland, Ohio. Things at his current home in Alexandria, Virginia, were humming along, and he had a great staff with an energetic senior noncommissioned officer at his side. His unit ran smoothly without a lot of stress. After almost twenty-one years in the Army his future looked brighter than ever.
Even the commute to the Pentagon had been pleasant that morning. The stifling humid heat of August in Washington had blown away, replaced by the kind of crisp, clear September weather that makes real estate agents salivate. On a day like today you could sell D.C. to anyone. After checking in with his office and grabbing a cup of coffee he’d hiked across the Pentagon complex to attend a meeting.
Phillips had idly wondered how long the building could function without the endless stream of meetings that occupied his days. Meetings, he decided, were a mental treadmill: Run like hell but never really get anywhere.
Everyone in the conference room was dutifully focused on the issues at hand when suddenly a faceless staffer—later on, nobody could recall who it was—erupted through the door shouting, “Quick, turn on the television. An aircraft has just crashed into the World Trade Center in New York!”
Someone snapped on the conference room flat screen and all present gaped at the terrifying sight of the North Tower of the World Trade Center consumed by billowing gray clouds of smoke, debris, and flames against the bright blue New York morning.
“How in the hell did that happen?” someone wondered aloud. “There’s not a cloud in the damn sky.”
Voices began to chatter. “Look!” someone exclaimed. “There’s an airplane.” In the background the camera caught a civilian airliner dipping low over the harbor and banking steeply.
“Jesus Christ!” The second plane impacted the South Tower in a fiery billow. Those in the meeting could only imagine the sound as pieces of debris showered downward and flames licked hungrily at the higher floors.
The room erupted with chatter. “This looks deliberate,” someone noted. “We’re under attack!” By now news crews began to focus long-distance lenses on hapless people crowding openings in broken windows, waving shirts, crying for help.
The tiny distant figures on the flat screen before them began, slowly, individually or while holding hands, to jump from more than eighty stories high to their deaths.
The conference room fell silent. Colonel Phillips struggled to comprehend the images before him.
It was as if time itself stopped, although everyone in that conference room knew that everything—reality itself—had instantly changed in a way that most civilians would not fully recognize.
And then under their own feet the entire building vibrated. A deep explosion resounded through the building. “We’ve been hit!” someone shouted. They rose simultaneously, moving as one for the door and whatever the future held.
*   *   *
Now outside, Colonel Phillips paused, trying to absorb the magnitude of the disaster that confronted him. It seemed to be a version of the aftermath of a car bomb in Beirut or some other war zone. Somewhere else in the world, certainly not America. He was nauseous with worry. How many of his people had been killed or wounded?
Even from a relatively safe distance he could see furniture, drapery, and plumbing hanging obscenely from broken floors, waving in the heat from roaring flames. Twisted rebar was exposed along jagged concrete edges where American Airlines Flight 77 had hit his office suite. Where are my people? The thought screamed again in his head, over the cacophony of shouts, sirens, and roaring engines.
A familiar face darkened by smoke popped out next to him without warning. His acting sergeant major, Sergeant First Class Harry T. Byrd, shouted into his ear over the roar of the fire, “We’ve got to get any of our people who are still alive out of there!”
Phillips made a quick visual reconnaissance. Before him a gaping hole was ripped in the side of the Pentagon. Where could they enter that gave them the best chance?
Some trucks had already broken out hoses and were beginning to pour streams of water into the inferno, made even more intense by burning jet fuel. Water hitting the flames turned into steam, further clouding the view. Bodies lay on the ground and on stretchers. Wounded military and civilian workers staggered from the wreckage. People—both fellow Pentagon workers and emergency services personnel—rushed to assist.
Phillips snapped into warrior mode, connecting with Byrd’s eyes. “Let’s go!” Ignoring emergency workers who were waving and shouting at them to get back they both swiftly moved into the flaming wreckage. They felt the flames burn their exposed skin.
Phillips smelled the singe of burning hair and recoiled at the stinging on his face and arms. Oily smoke blackened their uniforms. Stumbling through the debris they made their way to the destroyed offices.
There was no one left alive to help. Frantically running from office to office they shouted into the roar of the flames. With ceilings crashing down and flames erupting around them they realized that everyone was either dead or had escaped.
Phillips made it to his own destroyed office. He glanced at the wreckage and found one object that meant more to him than anything else in the room: an American flag, sheathed in a protective thick cloth case, damaged by flames but intact. Grabbing the flag, Phillips yelled for Byrd. “Let’s get out of here! There’s nothing more we can do.”
Together they stumbled coughing and choking from the ruined wing of the Pentagon, gasping for clean air to clear the smoke from burning lungs. As emergency workers surged past Phillips grasped the flag tight to his body. It was all he could save from the deadly attack.
Phillips was lucky. He survived the 9/11 attack without undue physical damage. Sergeant Byrd suffered lingering damage from smoke inhalation and would ultimately be medically retired from the Army.

Copyright © 2011 by Gordon Cucullu and Chris Fontana

Meet the Author

Lieutenant Colonel (RET.) GORDON CUCULLU is a former Special Forces lieutenant colonel who saw combat in Vietnam and El Salvador. The author of two prior books, he was embedded with US Soldiers in Iraq in 2008 and twice in Afghanistan in 2010. He lives in Florida.

CHRIS FONTANA is a researcher and analyst on terrorism issues and the primary researcher for their book, Inside Gitmo. She was embedded with US forces in Afghanistan twice.

Lieutenant Colonel (RET.) Gordon Cucullu is a former Special Forces lieutenant colonel who saw combat in Vietnam and El Salvador. The author of Warrior Police, he was embedded with US Soldiers in Iraq in 2008 and twice in Afghanistan in 2010. He lives in Florida.
CHRIS FONTANA is a researcher and analyst on terrorism issues and the primary researcher for the book, Inside Gitmo, written with Gordon Cucullu. She was embedded with US forces in Afghanistan twice.

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chiggin1 More than 1 year ago
This book is an enjoyable read. It examines the role the MP's play in our modern war on terror in Iraq and Afghanistan. Here we see ordinary soldiers fighting the bad guys in the morning, and helping the locals build a better community in the afternoon! The authors do a great job of placing events in the context of the overall military strategy of our missions in Iraq and Afghanistan. They then let us see the events roll out from the viewpoint of the soldiers on the ground. Most books focus on one or the other viewpoint. I found this melding of viewpoints particularly effective. The authors invested a lot of time getting to know the soldiers involved and it shows as they paint vivid word pictures of intense combat letting the soldiers fill in the thoughts running through their minds as these engagements played out. They capture the motivation of the soldiers, their dedication to the mission and the soldiers' versatility in switching from Intense combat to community development. Packing school supplies in their gear to hand out the local children after the Taliban have been swept aside is a powerful picture. The picture is made more powerful as the authors observe the number of women involved in combat roles with these `Warrior Police', how effective they are in their jobs and how their role is simply business as usual in their units. I have to chuckle about folks on the home front debating the use of women in combat while the answer to their debates is carried out daily. The authors have no political agenda in their book, a refreshing change of pace. They simply celebrate the competence and versatility of our soldiers. The authors are using the profits from the book to fund a soldier run retreat for these veterans. It is called the Valhalla Project.
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