The Baser Beasts: Pa...

After the battle subsided we packed up and left. The smells of that place became the only smells in Iraq to me. Diesel fuel, gun oil, burning tires, shit, piss, death. The smells soured my clothes and skin and I couldn’t wash them out. About fifty of us convoyed back from that Heart of...

Conrad: The Dark Place Dec21

Conrad: The Dark Pla...

This is a partial transcription of a conversation I had with Conrad. He is the newest contributor to FKIN. It was supposed to be presented as a podcast. Unfortunately, the audio quality is terrible and I can’t fix it. Below are the most important bits. — Max: We’ve talked...

In or Out Nov09

In or Out

You’re in it, or you’re not. Whatever group you choose to belong to, whatever family, whatever faith or cult . . . You’re in it or you’re not. Once you’ve been vetted, once you’ve been proven, once you’ve earned your place, you begin to understand...

Grapes of Wrath

I knelt between the grape rows on a sweltering afternoon. Sweat ran through the dust caked on my face. The Soldier in front of me glanced back, his sunken face caked in filth that outlined the shape of his cheekbones. One of our endless patrols. An Apache flew overhead, rotors churning the...