COMMENTARY by Susan Katz Keating Fifty-plus years of Soldier of Fortune brings one question repeatedly to my inbox: Where did this all begin?  The answer is not a mystery; it’s history. Soldier of Fortune grew from Vietnam, and its legacy still drives us today. To understand Soldier of Fortune, you have to …

by Greg Chabot Note from the author: The following is all from my perspective and how I remember it. Any inaccuracies are on me. Overview I often get asked, “What was the most dangerous mission you went on?” My reply: “Logpack to FOB Warhorse.”  Baqubah in 2004-05 was not a …

COMMENTARY by Susan Katz Keating The work has been called the most dangerous form of journalism. Amid my daily influx of emails, text messages, and phone calls, I frequently am hit up by people who want to go downrange under my name. They approach me with variants on the following requests. …

We keep on driving, and I ask, “Where the fuck are we going?” With a smile and laugh Ali replies, “It’s just up here, buddy.” Being paranoid, I lock and load my M16. I figure worse comes to worse, I’ll smoke him and find my way back. by Greg Chabot …

By Greg Chabot In mid-2005 the name Juba struck fear into coalition troops in Baghdad. He had become a folk hero to the insurgency with his attacks on check points that were filmed and uploaded to the internet along with a graphic novel written about him. He would leave an …

by Greg Chabot During this time TF- 1/6 soldiers were living in three locations in the city. Troops were at the Provincial Governor’s office known as Blue Dome. And at the Civil Military Operations Center, which had Other Government Agency and Coalition Provisional Authority detachments as well as city offices. And …

ANALYSIS by Susan Katz Keating The agent’s helmet fell off, and a loaded 30-round magazine fell out of its pouch, our correspondent tells us. He recovered his helmet, but not the ammunition. A lone federal agent running on ice never should become an object lesson in the workings of crowd …

by Greg Chabot I was attracted to organized crime; it holds a mystique. But there is a dark underside outsiders don’t see. I was working for the railroad, and was assigned to a job in Toronto. I had to stop and get a work visa at the border. Thankfully that …

by Greg Chabot The beginning of February 2005 was a busy time in Baqubah. Insurgent activity had picked up considerably, keeping all of us at the Police HQ on our toes. With the end of the deployment coming, I had tried multiple times to extend my tour but was denied. …

by Greg Chabot Editor’s note: This story contains some very raw, violent material that could bring readers back to their own stark experiences at war. ~SKK It had been quiet in Baqubah with some IEDs going off and some occasional small arms fire in the city. This was about to …