Sometimes I forget that I am reading about actual people. Not because the writer isn't skilled, it is quite clear that he is. It is because these stories are too heartbreaking, too unbelievable to be accurate. I have always believed that the most horrible things on this planet are that which happen within the mind. This book continues to challenge that notion.
Throughout my second section of reading I have noticed a change of tone. The first part of the book is filled with action on the front lines. Maybe this is a tactic to get the readers attention. Now, it is filled with misery and stories of innocent, peaceful people being exploited and treated as prisoners. It is hard not to feel for these people and their stories. Filkins has me right where he wants me because I have no intention of putting this down. The sad part? I keep reading this like a novel with a happy ending in sight but I already know, this one isn't going to be resolved anytime soon.
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