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Hailed as a classic of war writing in the U.K., The Junior Officers Reading Club is a revelatory first-hand account of a young enlistees profound coming of age. Attempting to stave off the tedium and pressures of army life in the Iraqi desert by losing themselves in the dusty paperbacks on the transit-camp bookshelves, Hennessey and a handful of his pals from military academy form the Junior Officers Reading Club. By the time he reaches Afghanistan and the rest of the club are scattered across the Middle East, they are no longer cheerfully overconfident young recruits, hungering for action and glory. Hennessey captures how boys grow into men amid the frenetic, sometimes exhilarating violence, frequent boredom, and almost overwhelming responsibilities that frame a soldiers experience and the way we fight today.

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The Junior Officers' Reading Club

Killing Time and Fighting Wars

PATRICK HENNESSEY

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First published 2009

Copyright Patrick Hennessey, 2009

Maps and photographs copyright Patrick Hennessey, 2009

Extract from Lessons of the War, Part IV: Unarmed Combat, by Henry Reed, reproduced by permission of Carcanet Press Ltd

Extract from Fair Weather, by Dorothy Parker, from The Collected Dorothy Parker, reproduced by permission of Penguin Books Ltd

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All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book

ISBN: 978-0-14-190119-0

For the world, which seems

To lie before us like a land of dreams,

So various, so beautiful, so new,

Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,

Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;

And we are here as on a darkling plain

Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight

Where ignorant armies clash by night.

From Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold

Contents
Author's Note

One of my favourite Army stories was told to me by my first company commander. A team from his anti-tank platoon had been up to some drunken mischief or other, and he was charged with finding the culprits. When interviewed one by one they all came out with an identical and well-rehearsed story in which they had been out together and all returned to camp at exactly 23:57 (some ten minutes after the alleged incident had occurred), a timing they all recalled with such precision because each one of them had checked their watches as they came in through the gates. Having heard the same improbable story five times, he called them back into his office together and asked them all to read him the time off their watches; needless to say, no two men had the same time, and at least two were either half an hour fast or slow.

No two recollections of an event are the same, especially an event as frantic and emotionally charged as a battle or the loss of a friend. As Anthony Swofford puts it in Jarhead:What follows is neither true nor false but what I know. The following narrative has been constructed as accurately as possible from e-mails sent to friends, my diaries and orders notebooks. Occasionally I have turned to colleagues for their recollections of certain incidents or to official after-action reviews and reports. Some names have been changed. An element of confusion is inevitable and is, in places, intentional the only realistic sense of the moment. For the rest, the book is entirely the time as I read it off my own watch.

Dedication

In April of 2001 I wrote a letter to my grandfather, also Patrick Hennessey a retired Cavalry officer, veteran of the Normandy landings who finished his long military career in the RAF and who embodied much that was good about his generation of soldiers asking for his advice on joining the Army. I hadn't mentioned the idea to anyone else and I've always been glad I sought his advice first. He provided good counsel and measured support, knowing that my parents would probably be more dubious, but beneath all of that he was delighted and proud. He died in November of 2002, quickly and quietly from a heart attack and a life of tobacco, red wine and cheese, the perfect death for a soldier with a soldier's hatred of doctors and hospitals, and I am always caught between happiness and sadness: happy that he died knowing that I was following in his footsteps, off to Sandhurst after university and about to embark upon the life and profession he had found so fulfilling, sad that he wasn't there, for the parades and the medals and stories that would follow.

Four years later I visited my other grandfather, Professor Emrys Jones, for the last time and brought with me something to show him. It was considered one of the great success stories of the family that my father's father and my mother's father an awe-inspiring academic, humanist, liberal and the driving intellectual force in the family got along so well. One had been in the first wave of DD Shermans, the swimming tanks that had rolled on to Sword beach, queasy in the early hours of 6 June 1944. The other had driven ambulances throughout the war, a conscientious objector with quiet and strong conviction. One devoted his life to military service, the other to shaping and improving post-war communities.

They were brought together by their children, my parents, smiling and improbably young in photos in front of Durham Cathedral, outside which they had first met as students glamorous, my father in his naval uniform and my mother in her wedding gown. What must they have thought, these two men, being presented in turn with a pad-brat naval aviator for a son-in-law child of military bases in Germany and Cyprus, up at university with a portrait of the Queen on the walls of his room and anxious to get back in the cockpit and a spirited and beautiful musician and feistily clever university administrator for a daughter-in-law.

Sometime in August 1982 they must have all stood together over the slightly ugly six-pound baby, their first and only grandson, and wondered. Military Grandpa might have pictured another young Hennessey in his regiment, a continuation of a long and unbroken family line of military service to crown and country, and Professor Taid (Welsh for grandfather, which was how we distinguished) might have wondered if that bundle might be a thinker, might follow him into academia and print. Taid did not murmur when I announced that I was going to join the Army. Immersed as I was, or so they thought, in literary study it must have seemed a safe bet that the gowns and mortar boards had won out over fatigues and helmets. I know the decision came as a big surprise and slight disappointment. Taid didn't agree with my thinking but understood and respected the thought process. He couldn't have been more supportive. A few days before he died, I had been presented with my first Operational Tour Medal for service in Iraq. Taid had strenuously objected to the war, but we had stayed in close touch while I had been out, and he had come to see that perhaps some good was being done, and that what else was not being done was not the fault of the young men and women in uniform working hard in difficult conditions. I showed him my medal, and, like Grandpa when I wrote him that first letter, I knew he was proud.

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