The War Came To Me In My

The Details Of The World In Which We Live Are Always Secondary To The Fact That We Must Live In Them.

I Understood That 'the Yellow Birds' Would Be A Peculiar Representation Of The Experience Of Being At War. I Intended It To Be So.

There Is A Sharp Distinction Between What Is Remembered, What Is Told And What Is True.

It's Not Just: You Get Off The Plane, You're Back Home, Everything's Fine. Maybe The Physical Danger Ends, But Soldiers Are Still Deeply At Risk Of Being Injured In A Different Way.

I Can't Envision An Honest War Novel That Left War In A Positive Light.