Wiser in Battle: A Soldier's Story
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Wiser in Battle: A Soldier's Story

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by Ricardo S. Sanchez, Donald T. Phillips

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The former commander of coalition forces in Iraq reports back from the front lines of the global war on terror to provide a comprehensive and chilling exploration of America's historic military and foreign-policy blunder.

With unflinching candor, Lieutenant General Ricardo S. Sanchez describes the chaos on the Iraqi battlefield

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The former commander of coalition forces in Iraq reports back from the front lines of the global war on terror to provide a comprehensive and chilling exploration of America's historic military and foreign-policy blunder.

With unflinching candor, Lieutenant General Ricardo S. Sanchez describes the chaos on the Iraqi battlefield caused by the Bush administration's misguided command of the military, as well as his own struggle to set the coalition on the path toward victory. Sanchez shows how minor insurgent attacks grew into synchronized operations that finally ignited into a major insurgency and all-out civil war. He provides an insider's account of the Abu Ghraib prison scandal, explaining the circumstances that led to the abuses, who perpetrated them, and what the formal investigations revealed. Sanchez also details the cynical use of the Iraq War for political gain in Washington and shows how the pressure of an around-the-clock news cycle drove and distorted critical battle decisions. The first book written by a former on-site commander in Iraq, Wiser in Battle is essential reading for all who wish to understand the Iraqi incursion and the role of America's military in the new century.

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Wiser in Battle
A Soldier's Story

Chapter One

The Rio Grande Valley

My soul is anchored in a poverty-stricken town on the desolate banks of the Rio Grande River—an international boundary that separates a superpower from a country still struggling to make its way out of the Third World. Less than a hundred miles down the road are the Texas cities of McAllen, Harlingen, and Brownsville. But just on the other side of the river, some 1,200 meters to the south, is Mexico. The flowing water, itself, provides an oasis of life in the dusty, desert landscape—nourishing the plants, animals, and people gathered along its meandering path.

Rio Grande City, where I was born in 1951, is one of the oldest settlements in South Texas. It flourished around Fort Ringgold, a military outpost established in 1848 in the wake of the United States–Mexico War. Occupied by Confederate forces during the Civil War, and the federal cavalry afterward, Fort Ringgold was eventually closed, but was reactivated for brief periods of service during World War I and World War II. Despite the continuing presence of the U.S. military, Rio Grande City had a checkered history marked by ethnic hatred and racial intolerance.

I grew up in a Hispanic community among people who possessed little of material value. My own family was among the worst off in the neighborhood. But our poverty was balanced by a tight-knit network of extended relatives steeped in faith, tradition, and the strong values of honesty, integrity, and respect. The adults in our family were Rectos—Spanish for those whose very frames stand erect with honor and pride.

My father Domingo Sanchez was the son of a baker who had emigrated to Rio Grande City from Camargo, Mexico (directly across the river), at the turn of the century. His first marriage produced two sons, Ramon and Domingo Jr. (Mingo). During World War II, Dad was exempt from military service because of his critical skill job as a welder who built airplanes at Laredo Air Force Base. After the war ended, he returned to Rio Grande City because, as he said, "Laredo was too far away from home." It was there where in 1948 he met and married my mother, Maria Elena Sauceda, who was seventeen years his junior.

Mom also had deep Mexican roots. Her family emigrated to Rio Grande City around the turn of the century. Her grandfather was a Yacqui Indian, native to northern Mexico, who wore all whites, a sash, and sandals, and carried a machete with him wherever he went. He and his wife went off to fight in the Mexican Revolution and never returned. It's believed they were killed in battle. Their young son, Carlos Sauceda, was raised in Rio Grande City by his maternal grandparents. Eventually, he married Elena Morales, who gave birth to my mother in 1927.

Soon after they married, my parents' family began to grow. Roberto was born in 1949, then me in 1951, then Leonel three years later. After that, Magdelena de los Angeles, David Jesus, and Diana Margot came along spaced evenly about eighteen months to two years apart. We lived among the dingy, dusty houses that decorated the bedraggled Roosevelt Street. Right across the street from us was the Benito Gonzalez family. They had more than a dozen kids and were migrant workers. Because their family needed money, the Gonzalez kids left school around the age of twelve or thirteen and went to work full-time.

The first house we lived in was an old military barracks that my dad bought dirt-cheap from one of the former World War II camps. I remember them hauling it onto our property and setting it up on concrete blocks. It was only one room, fifteen feet wide by twenty-five feet long, without doors, windows, a bathroom, plumbing, or electricity. We never owned a television. For heat in the winter, my parents would gather mesquite branches from the woods and build a fire. They would place the burning embers into an old aluminum tub and bring it into the house for us to gather around. There was an outhouse on the back part of the lot and, in the far corner, we had a little wooden shack that we used for bathing. The water line on the property stretched from the front to the backyard. It was nothing more than a pipe sticking out of the ground with a faucet on it. So we filled a pail there, hauled it to the shack for bathing or into the house for cooking.

We lived in that one-room house for four or five years, until my father saved up enough money to build a small brick house on the same lot. It had only a tiny living room (about eight by ten feet) and two small bedrooms, but the brick exterior made a big difference in holding the warmth in on cold winter nights. As our family grew, Roberto and I slept in one bedroom in our own bunk beds—and the living room became a third bedroom. On a bunk bed there, my younger brothers Leo and David slept together in the top bunk, and my sisters Maggie and Diana slept in the bottom one. When that house was built, all the necessary water pipes were run in, but my father couldn't afford to buy sinks, bathtubs, or toilets, so we continued to use the outhouse and the shack in the backyard.

Because my dad earned very little as a welder, we were on welfare during most of my youth. I remember standing with my mother in the welfare lines every Thursday waiting to receive allocations of pork, beef pieces, applesauce, cheese, flour, and rice, the bulk of which was gone in a day or two. Then we were back to our normal staples of beans and rice.

Wiser in Battle
A Soldier's Story
. Copyright © by Ricardo Sanchez. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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N_Hoepner More than 1 year ago
I've read the book, and I served under him on the 1st Armored Division staff from before the war until he took over as V Corps/CJTF-7 commander. Contrary to the reviewer below, I never had the impression he was clueless. He was and is highly intelligent, aggressive, and disciplined, as our generals tend to be. I also think his descriptions of the difficulties faced in the early part of the war in Iraq, many of them brought about by poor higher-level planning and rosy assumptions, are accurate. They ring true from what I saw personally. As for the book, it is well written. The lessons of LTG Sanchez' career I think are pretty standard ones. The major weakness of the book is the tendency, common to many if not most military autobiographies, to transplant hindsight into the defense of one's own decisions. I do not think LTG Sanchez anticipated the kind of conflict we were going to get into in Iraq, and I don't think he completely understood the nature of that conflict as it developed before our eyes. The truth is, most of us were at least somewhat surprised, and figuring it out as we went along. Still, I would recommend this book for anyone interested in the early development of the war in Iraq, from the planning through the first year.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
For a man who by literally every account of the war , was clueless and completely in over his head, Mr Sanchez writes like he at least knew he was in Iraq and there was a war going on. Must be a ghost writer!
sdteamwork More than 1 year ago
It was refreshing to get such a detailed account of the life and career of such an important person. General Sanchez worked so hard all his life for his family and his country. I was so inspired and at times I was tears to see the lack of support he got from a few of the higher ups in our own government.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Guest More than 1 year ago
I Totally Loved This Book ! I Am So Happy That Lt. Gen Ricardo S. Sanchez Is From My Hometown Of Rio Grande City ! I Had The Honor Of Meeting Him ! What I Loved About This Book Is That He Shares His Journals And His Side Of The Iraq War Through Good Time And Bad Times! I Recommend Everyone To Read This Book If U Really Are Interested In Whats Going On In Iraq! God Bless Lt. Gen. Ricardo S. Sanchez