The conflict officially ended a year ago. Here, journalist Evan Wright shares the materials and stories that led to one of the first and most prominent chronicles of the 2003 invasion.
In 1996, while working as chief porn critic for Hustler, Evan Wright found himself reviewing a movie called Shaving Private Ryan and thinking about the Spielberg original. "It seemed so bizarre that the World War II narrative was being appropriated by these generationally displaced guys—as if they were focusing on their fathers' war, in very misty-eyed ways, to avoid reconciling with their own," he says. In 2002 and 2003, Wright went to Afghanistan and Iraq on assignments for Rolling Stone, and came face-to-face with his generation's wars. Embedded with the 1st Reconnaissance Battalion of the U.S. Marine Corps, Wright landed a seat in the lead Humvee of the Iraq invasion—an experience that formed the basis of theNational Magazine Award-winning story "The Killer Elite" and his best-selling 2004 book Generation Kill, later adapted into an HBO series.
This month marks the first anniversary since the official end of the Iraq war, and it's only recently that the conflict has been the focus of serious literary and creative efforts in the U.S. Two of this year's five finalists for the National Book Award for Fiction were novels about the war. As the Iraq narrative begins to take shape through the stories of its veterans and eyewitness reporters, Generation Kill offers a unique perspective by tightly focusing on the 2003 invasion. Although it ends with the successful seizure of Baghdad, the book hints at the unraveling that would, in part, prolong the war until its official ending one year ago today.
Below are the photographs and audio recordings Wright took over his two-month long assignment, the notes that became one of Generation Kill's most striking scenes, and his reflections on the life and process of an embedded war reporter.
From Generation Kill:
She looks to be about three, the same age as his daughter at home in California. There's a small amount of blood on the upholstery, but the girl's eyes are open. She seems to be cowering. Graves reaches in to pick her up—thinking about what medical supplies he might need to treat her, he later says—when the top of her head slides off and her brains fall out. When Graves steps back, he nearly falls over when his boot slips in the girl's brains. It takes a full minute before Graves can actually talk. The situation is one he can only describe in elemental terms. "I could see her throat from the top of her skull," he says.
The incident with the little girl occurred after dark. At the time I had no idea how horrific her death had been. I was about 200 meters away from where she was killed, but I took note of hearing shots and the squealing of tires. That night was a smorgasbord of death and mayhem. She was probably one of 10 people killed around our roadblock.
Three or four days later we consolidated with another platoon and Sgt. Charles Graves gave me the description that I used in Generation Kill. I also spoke with Sgt. Ryan Jeschke, who was with Graves that night. He kept repeating, "Am I a bad person for feeling nothing?" I wrote the book in the present tense and it was important to me to stay in the moment of the emotional state of the guys I interviewed. Graves and Jeschke were still quite numb; whereas, a month later, I was interviewing another marine and suddenly he starts crying and says, "I helped shoot that little girl." This guy had been holding an M16. He was at a roadblock with 20 other men. If 200 rounds were fired into the car, he might have been responsible for two of them. It seemed to me he was expressing a sort of collective guilt. For this reason I left him out of the scene.
I think I was one of the only reporters who took notes exclusively by hand. I kept a minute-by-minute log of my observations and conducted interviews with the men in my unit. What made my journalism so lucky was that I could match my initial notes with their accounts. I'd approach an artillery guy and say, "Hey, on March 25, I was here at noon and saw a bunch of rounds blow shit up," and he'd refer to his notebook and say, "Yeah, we had a call from 1st Recon at 12:08 and sent 10 HE rounds and 12 DPICMs to these coordinates."
By balancing my observations with the marines' perspectives, events came together through different POVs, in Rashomon form. One night we were taking fire from a ZEUS gun. Everyone thought the fire was coming from this one location, but Sgt. Eric Kocher completely disagreed. It's a historiography question: If a car accident happens outside our window, witnesses will say different things. I thought it was fascinating that the most skilled observers in the Marine Corps couldn't agree on the direction of enemy fire, and then disagreed about the effects of our response to that fire—the Cobra lit up a truck with completely different people in it.