Into the Fire: A Firsthand Account of the Most Extraordinary Battle in the Afghan War

Into the Fire: A Firsthand Account of the Most Extraordinary Battle in the Afghan War

by Dakota Meyer, Bing West


$18.41 $27.00 Save 32% Current price is $18.41, Original price is $27. You Save 32%.
View All Available Formats & Editions


“The story of what Dakota did . . . will be told for generations.”—President Barack Obama, from remarks given at Meyer’s Medal of Honor ceremony

In the fall of 2009, Taliban insurgents ambushed a patrol of Afghan soldiers and Marine advisors in a mountain village called Ganjigal. Firing from entrenched positions, the enemy was positioned to wipe out one hundred men who were pinned down and were repeatedly refused artillery support. Ordered to remain behind with the vehicles, twenty-one year-old Marine corporal Dakota Meyer disobeyed orders and attacked to rescue his comrades.
With a brave driver at the wheel, Meyer stood in the gun turret exposed to withering fire, rallying Afghan troops to follow. Over the course of the five hours, he charged into the valley time and again. Employing a variety of machine guns, rifles, grenade launchers, and even a rock, Meyer repeatedly repulsed enemy attackers, carried wounded Afghan soldiers to safety, and provided cover for dozens of others to escape—supreme acts of valor and determination. In the end, Meyer and four stalwart comrades—an Army captain, an Afghan sergeant major, and two Marines—cleared the battlefield and came to grips with a tragedy they knew could have been avoided. For his actions on that day, Meyer became the first living Marine in three decades to be awarded the Medal of Honor.
Into the Fire tells the full story of the chaotic battle of Ganjigal for the first time,  in a compelling, human way that reveals it as a microcosm of our recent wars. Meyer takes us from his upbringing on a farm in Kentucky, through his Marine and sniper training, onto the battlefield, and into the vexed aftermath of his harrowing exploits in a battle that has become the stuff of legend. 
Investigations ensued, even as he was pitched back into battle alongside U.S. Army soldiers who embraced him as a fellow grunt. When it was over, he returned to the States to confront living with the loss of his closest friends. This is a tale of American values and upbringing, of stunning heroism, and of adjusting to loss and to civilian life.
We see it all through Meyer’s eyes, bullet by bullet, with raw honesty in telling of both the errors that resulted in tragedy and the resolve of American soldiers, U.S.Marines, and Afghan soldiers who’d been abandoned and faced certain death. 
Meticulously researched and thrillingly told, with nonstop pace and vivid detail, Into the Fire is the true story of a modern American hero.
“Sergeant Meyer embodies all that is good about our nation’s Corps of Marines. . . . [His] heroic actions . . . will forever be etched in our Corps’ rich legacy of courage and valor.”—General James F. Amos, Commandant of the Marine Corps

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780812993400
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 09/25/2012
Pages: 256
Product dimensions: 6.42(w) x 9.28(h) x 1.03(d)

About the Author

Dakota Meyer was born and raised in Columbia, Kentucky, and enlisted in the United States Marine Corps in 2006. A school-trained sniper and highly skilled infantryman, Corporal Meyer deployed to Iraq in 2007 and to Afghanistan in 2009. In 2011, he was awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor for his unyielding courage in the battle of Ganjigal. He now competes at charity events in skeet and rifle competitions. He also speaks frequently at schools and veterans’ events to raise awareness of our military and remains dedicated to the causes of our veterans. For the families of fallen troops, he has raised over one million dollars.
Bing West, a Marine combat veteran, served as an assistant secretary of defense in the Reagan administration. He has been on hundreds of patrols in Vietnam, Iraq, and Afghanistan. A nationally acclaimed war correspondent, he is the author of The Village; No True Glory: A Frontline Account of the Battle for Fallujah; The Strongest Tribe: War, Politics, and the Endgame in Iraq; and The Wrong War: Grit, Strategy, and the Way Out of Afghanistan. A member of the Council on Foreign Relations, West has received the Marine Corps Heritage Foundation award, the Colby Award for military nonfiction, the Veterans of Foreign Wars News Media Award, and the Marine Corps University Foundation’s Russell Leadership Award. He lives with his wife, Betsy, in Newport, Rhode Island.

Read an Excerpt

“I hope to have God on my side,” President Lincoln wrote in 1862, regarding the Union’s chances for victory in the Civil War, “but I must have Kentucky.”

That independence of spirit that you might call the nation’s soul is alive and well in the farming communities of central Kentucky.

My tiny town of Columbia might be considered poor by some standards. We don’t look at it like that. We enjoy being on our own, making do with what we scratch out for ourselves. The land is the reason people stay, generation after generation. If you drive through Columbia, you’ll see modest homes and trailers on slab foundations, set near the road. Fields stretch out where cattle and horses graze. Nowadays, farming provides only a supplemental income for most families. Commutes of twenty to sixty miles are common to hold down day jobs. But the land keeps people returning to their homes at the end of the workday—this feeling of space that comes with owning the acres outside your back door.

I’m not saying it’s always wonderful. My home life growing up was like tumbling inside a washing machine as I shuttled around the middle of Kentucky with my mother. She was never content to stay in one place, or with one man, for too long. She was as smart as she was independent, though, and always landed some job that brought in a little money.

Summers provided stability because my mother let me stay for weeks at Mike Meyer’s farm. Mike was briefly married to my mother, and he legally adopted me when I was born. As for my biological father, I had no contact with him. I learned early on that just because you come from the same blood as someone doesn’t mean they are family. Big Mike Meyer was my real dad as far as I was concerned.

Big Mike, a University of Kentucky graduate, owned a three-hundred-acre farm in Greensburg. He worked for Southern States, a farmer-owned cooperative, and brought in extra cash by raising beef cows. He lived in a plain house surrounded by open fields, with no curtains on the windows or pictures on the walls. He came home each day, put on his overalls, and tended to chores. Big Mike liked a steady routine, hunting, and the satisfaction of a well-run farm.

His dad, Dwight, owned a bigger farm on the other side of the creek. Dwight had served in the Marines and had later been an engineer. He held himself and others to rigid standards, as if he could see the proper ways of living by looking through his surveyor’s scope. He was, and still is, a fair but hard-to-please man. Despite my falling short fairly often, he always seemed to think I was someone worth having in the family. If you can feel that from your family, nothing can touch you.

When asked to describe my nature, Big Mike likes to tell the story of the ATV. Big Mike kept his all-terrain vehicle in the shed next to the house. Consisting of a motor, a seat, and three or four wheels, the ATV is the twentieth-century horse on farms across America. It goes anywhere on a few gallons of gasoline and you don’t have to shovel out the stable afterward. It can speed across fields, splash through creeks, and claw up hillsides. Without the ATV, life on a farm would be pure drudgery.

As a four-year-old, I was obsessed with it. I’d perch on the seat for hours, begging Dad to take me for one more ride. Finally, he decided to teach me a lesson.

“Ko,” he said, which was my nickname, “I have work to do. No more rides. When you’re big enough to start the machine yourself, you can drive it yourself.”

Since you had to kick-start it like a balky motorcycle, Dad thought it would be a year or more before I could do that. He’d sit on the stoop after work, smiling as I pushed my little legs down, time and again. This went on for weeks. The angrier I got, the more I tried. The thing would not budge. We are both pretty stubborn.

Big Mike was in the kitchen when he finally heard chug-chug and rushed outside to see me smiling brightly. I’d figured out how to climb up on the seat and jump down on the kick lever with all forty pounds of me until that damn ATV started. So he let me take it for a spin.

When I was eight, Dad brought me to his favorite tree stand on a cool October morning before dawn. He was brushing leaves away to climb up into the stand when a deer walked into the open behind him, not fifty feet from us.

“Dad,” I whispered, “there’s a deer.”

He squinted over his shoulder in the thin light.

“If it has horns,” he whispered, “shoot it.”

I let go with a shotgun. The deer leaped straight up in the air and crashed down on its side without quivering. I had killed an eight-point buck.

When we butchered the carcass, I was so excited that the warm guts and the heavy smell of the blood didn’t bother me. In the years after that, hitting moving animals and birds gradually became second nature. Cutting up fresh kills, ugly as that sounds, accustomed me to what I would encounter a decade later on the battlefield.

I had been in grammar school only a few years when my mother called Big Mike to say it seemed best if I stayed with him permanently. One short phone call and my life had changed for the better.

When I was eleven, my school held a contest for the best public speaker in each grade, and Big Mike encouraged me to enter.

I wrote down what I wanted to say, and Dad and I practiced my lines at least ten times a day.

“Slow down when you speak,” he said. “Think about your main message and say it clearly.”

Each speaker had three minutes. When it was my turn, I talked about Tinker Bell, the Cowboy Cow. We had no horses on our farm, so I picked out this big old cow and petted and talked to her every evening. When she learned to come to my voice, I rewarded her with peaches and Dr Pepper. Eventually, I was riding her to herd the other cows and lasso them. I concluded my speech by declaring that Tinker Bell and I could win any cow race in the county, maybe in the whole state.

My little speech won first prize for the sixth grade. From that tiny victory, I developed a confidence in speaking up that would later exasperate Marine sergeants (and cause me some grief on occasion).

Each year, Dad gave me responsibility for ever more serious chores. When I was in the seventh grade, Grandfather Dwight—Dad’s dad—came by one fall day while I was driving the big tractor, spiking balls of hay. This meant I was constantly shifting in the seat to look down at the steel forks and keep them aligned. Grandfather Dwight lit into me with his booming voice. He thought I’d tip over the tractor and be crushed.

When Dad got home an hour later, one glance told him what was going on with the tractor and me and Grandpa. I was trembling and shaky. Dad put his arm around me and looked at his father.

“He knows what he’s doing,” he said. “Ko, you go finish moving in hay.”

When I was in the eighth grade, we were still growing tobacco on our farm. In summer, when the broad leaves on the tobacco plants reached as tall as a man, you’d hack off the stem and thrust a wooden pole through the leaf. When you’d speared ten stalks—twenty or more pounds—you’d stack the load in the patch for a few days, or toss it onto a trailer to take and hang in the barn.

Mexican itinerant workers came to do the cutting. The pay was ten cents a spear. I asked Dad to hire me. I would work for an hour and then collapse for two. The Mexican workers stayed in the fields ten hours a day, hoisting sixty spears an hour. They were the hardest-working men I’ve ever seen.

You could wear long-sleeved clothes, gloves, and a mask or kerchief to protect yourself while cutting. I chose not to, so all that tobacco would rub in through my sweat. After work, I’d vomit until I had retched out the nicotine poison. One night I couldn’t stop throwing up and Dad rushed me to the hospital. Even after they pumped fluids into me, I was so dehydrated I couldn’t pee. The nurses were about to put in a urinary catheter when my dad, laughing at my expression, persuaded them not to. Most small farmers quit raising tobacco after the legal settlements in the late ’90s. I often wondered what became of those tough, cheerful Mexican workers.

I did all right in school, especially in math. Dad did not let up on me. When I left the laundry half done one day—I had stayed out too late and, for once, got home after he did—he had tossed the laundry out onto the lawn so I could start over and do it right.

But he didn’t do stuff like that often because he didn’t need to—I was listening and learning.

Table of Contents

List of Maps xi

Introduction: Along the Afghan-Pakistan Border 3

1 Finish the Game 15

2 The Marine Years 27

3 Monti 44

4 Advising 52

5 Coming Together 59

6 Out of the Smoke 68

7 Ganjigal 73

8 Into the Valley 87

9 Paralysis 95

10 Lost 106

11 Into the Fire 122

12 Into the Wash 137

13 Primal 147

14 Team Monti 156

15 Dab Khar 161

16 Cheerleaders 172

17 Old Haunts 178

18 All In 184

Postscript: Swenson 193

Epilogue by Bing West 199

Acknowledgments 207

Appendix 1 Ganjigal Timeline 211

Appendix 2 Medal of Honor Citation for Cpl Dakota L. Meyer, USMC 223

Notes 225

What People are Saying About This

From the Publisher

“A story of men at their best and at their worst . . . leaves you gaping in admiration at Medal of Honor winner Dakota Meyer’s courage.”National Review
“Meyer’s dazzling bravery wasn’t momentary or impulsive but deliberate and sustained.”The Wall Street Journal
“[A] cathartic, heartfelt account . . . Combat memoirs don’t get any more personal.”Kirkus Reviews
“A great contribution to the discussion of an agonizingly complex subject.”The Virginian-Pilot
Black Hawk Down meets Lone Survivor.Library Journal

Into the Fire is a deeply compelling tale of valor and duty.  Dakota Meyer will not identify as a hero, but he will, I think, accept the title warrior.  Dakota's storytelling is precise and, for a Medal of Honor recipient, touchingly humble.  With deft prose he drops us smack in the middle of one of the most heinous small unit firefights of the current wars.  His insights into military tactics and politics in a war zone are sharp and uncompromising and work as a primer on infantry war fighting for the uninitiated.  Dakota was a magnificent marine and he is now an equally magnificent chronicler of warfare and the small group of people who do today's fighting for America.”—Anthony Swofford, author of Jarhead

“The story of what Dakota did . . . will be told for generations.”—President Barack Obama, from remarks given at Meyer’s Medal of Honor ceremony

“Sergeant Meyer embodies all that is good about our nation’s Corps of Marines. . . . [His] heroic actions . . . will forever be etched in our Corps’ rich legacy of courage and valor.”—General James F. Amos, Commandant of the Marine Corps
“[Bing] West’s greatest strengths are his exceptional personal courage and his experienced perception of combat.”The Washington Post
“West [is] the grunts’ Homer.”—Los Angeles Times Book Review

Customer Reviews

Most Helpful Customer Reviews

See All Customer Reviews

Into the Fire: A Firsthand Account of the Most Extraordinary Battle in the Afghan War 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 81 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a very raw,real look at whar Dakota Meyer lived through in his time at war! His portrayal of his experience helps shed light on the emotions experienced by our soldiers!!! THANK YOU Dakota for not only serving our country -having the guts to share it!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read this story in 2 dekota you are truly amazing! You must read this so that you can actually understand what our soldiers are going through and deal with on a daily basis whether at home or on the front lines.
TechGeek More than 1 year ago
Excellent book. Recommend it to every American. You have no idea what it is all about if you don't read first hand accounts like this one.
HLAB More than 1 year ago
To read life events from the perspective of first-hand account is to actually understand, engage in distant ideas, and be given the opportunity to experience empathy. I felt his questions, his pain, and so many other moments he shared. We forget that wars involve real people having to make life and death decisions faster than you decide what's for dinner. We forget families suffer through the unknowns. We forget that young men VOLUNTEER for what we condemn. I had to check my doubts and skepticism at the cover.
rpj-rdc More than 1 year ago
This book gave a look into the war in Afghanistan. Meyer pulls no punches on the American involvement and the affect it has had on his life. this was a great book.
afghanrockgirl More than 1 year ago
This book shows how a man is raised, a soldier is trained, and a hero is born. This simple read sheds light on the melding of young men into true brothers, dependent upon each other for basic safety.  Carrying valor to a level seldom  seen and rarely honored, Dakota Meyer's story of battle is simultaneously  inspiring and heart-wrenching. This is one of the  first-hand accounts of war that all Americans should read. This book also gives some insight into PTSD and survivors guilt. I wear a rock given to me by a returning serviceman and made into a necklace so that every day I am reminded of the men and women who are serving and have served. Thank you Dakota, and all of your brothers  and sisters in arms. 
JoeColl More than 1 year ago
Absolutely incredible book, I couldn't put it down. Semper Fi Dakota
Ca_dave57 More than 1 year ago
A stunning look at combat and the men who fight. I have read this book several times and it still moves me when I read it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A no holds barred account of the bravery displayed by true heros inspite of the ineptness shown by military command. You will have a hard time putting this book down.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
although i am a marine and couldnt be prouder of this young marine and his courage i found who ever helped him write his story did a terrible job. i think if he would of wrote his story word for word it would of been a better book. i am proud to share the title marine with him. but think the story could of been done better.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Excellent book, very well written. It was very heart touching with all the stress that was placed upon Dakota Meyer after the fight that he was awarded the MOH for.
efm More than 1 year ago
amazing what a soldier goes through to survive.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was a GREAT book and easy read. Dakota Meyer is someone everyone can inspire to be like and the younger generation to look up to.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I thought this was a well written book. The agony of Dakota's loss of his buddies is vivid, real and heartbreaking. I can understand his feelings about receiving the Medal of Honor. He thought he accepted it for his buddies and himself. Thank God for people like him. We would be no where without them.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
One hell of a read. Semper fi brother Meyer.
Rakasan More than 1 year ago
I Enjoyed Meyers' story. I'm allways moved by these first hand events. Well written for this audiance. Chuck McCall Former Rifleman 187 ARTC
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
MattNick More than 1 year ago
Into the Fire by Dakota Meyer gave a different outlook on what it takes to be in the military. He describes what soldiers must go through mentally and physically to be able to handle the tests of war. He also talks about how he came to know the military which not many military books give a true outlook on. He gave a true and honest depiction of what it is like to pull the trigger and possibly killing someone, it means that he is ending someone’s life without even knowing who he is or what he has done in his life. I was honestly shocked at some of the things that Dakota had to endure and had to remind myself at some points that this book was a true story and not a made up depiction of what war could be like, this is what war is like. If you are someone who enjoys a book that has plenty of action then I highly recommend this book. This book is also great for those who want to learn some more terminology of the military and understand some of the skills that they have. This is an eye opening book that I highly suggest for all adult readers.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Just an enjoyable book. Worth buying
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have a dozen or more books on wars. My thinking was this book was gone to be on the lines of Lone Survivor . Not even close. I no different strokes theory so maybe I was wrong about the book. Buy it and read . See for your self. By the way I gave Lone Survivor 5 stars
Anonymous More than 1 year ago