Chris Ayres is a small-town boy, a hypochondriac, and a neat freak with
an anxiety disorder. Not exactly the picture of a war correspondent. But
when his boss asks him if he would like to go to Iraq, he doesn't have
the guts to say no. After signing a 1 million dollar life-insurance
policy, studying a tutorial on repairing severed limbs, and spending 20
thousand dollars in camping gear (only to find out that his bright
yellow tent makes him a sitting duck), Ayres is embedded with a
battalion of gung ho Marines who either shun him or threaten him when he
files an unfavorable story. As time goes on, though, he begins to
understand them (and his inexplicably enthusiastic fellow war reporters)
more and more: Each night of terrifying combat brings, in the morning,
something more visceral than he has ever experienced -- the thrill of
having won a fight for survival.
In the tradition of MASH, Catch-22, and other classics in which
irreverence springs from life in extremis, War Reporting for Cowards
tells the story of Iraq in a way that is extraordinarily honest,
heartfelt, and bitterly hilarious.