While Loyd finds plenty of guilt all around, he is highly sympathetic to the Bosnian Muslims, approves of NATO's bombing of the Serbs and chastises U. The tale is also told as an attempt to get at the psychopathology of war or, putting more as Loyd might, its attractiveness, both as a disposition and as an aquired taste.

ANTHONY LOYD is an award-winning foreign correspondent

It would not need the skill of a sniper to kill us, anyone who could pull a trigger could have managed it. Names of places and hills were still alien, as was the overall physical perspective of the city, which I had only glimpsed during the first day for a few seconds through the window of the Hercules.The hypocrisy of his actions is not lost on Loyd, and reading him grapple with it is illuminating, especially as it pertains to the modern media. The story is personal, not political except insofar as the author comes to adopt a strong preference for the multi-ethnic forces defending Bosnia. More Hamburger icon An icon used to represent a menu that can be toggled by interacting with this icon. The book begins by showing you what an ass Anthony Loyd is - he presents himself quite honestly as a war tourist - flying out to Sarajevo to see some action!

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We lived in the street below at the edge of Sarajevo’s ruined parliament building in a small strip of the city sandwiched between the frontline Miljacka River and the wide expanse of Vojvode Putnika, the street dubbed Snipers’ Alley soon after the war began. This is a book about dark motivations and self-destruction, and (considering the effects of the great cruelty that marked this conflict) what draws people to such hatred, either to watch or to take part.

I could leer and posture as much as anyone else, roll my shoulders and swagger through stories of megadeath, murder and mayhem; and I could get angry about the poignant tragedy of it all.

My War Gone by, I Miss it So by Anthony Loyd | Waterstones

His most recent bylines (as of 15 September 2005) have been from Baghdad, where he has been out on patrol with both the American and Iraqi forces.

Loyd’s rebellious irritation and visceral response to the atrocities around him give uncommon immediacy to this thoughtful, unpretentious memoir of the war in Bosnia. There is no rest in this book; personal encounters, good, bad and often impossible to predict come on every page. On the autobiographical front, he attributes his immersion in war to his hostile relationship with his intimidating father, and to his family's complex web of national and ethnic origins (Austrian, English, Belgian, Egyptian, Jewish). The bullet traveled through the back of the Range Rover, through the seat, through the man’s flak jacket, and then out the front of the vehicle. Regardless of how many books are already queued patiently on my reading list, unexpected gifts and guilt-trips will always see unplanned additions muscling their way in at the front.