steve-fainaru-big-boy-rules.thumbnail.jpgIf you prefer to think of the United States’ wartime guns-for-hire as unthinking, unfeeling, heavily-armed Neanderthals, Steve Fainaru’s new book, Big Boy Rules: America’s Mercenaries Fighting in Iraq, probably isn’t for you. That’s because Fainaru spent years reporting on – and rolling with – these private military contractors. And he found that, for every tattooed maniac shouting about getting his kill on, there’s a new dad, looking for a little extra cash to support a family back home. An Iraq vet, having trouble adjusting to civilian life. Or a sensitive college kid, too bored with cleaning pools and sorority girls to stay in school.

The book centers around Jon Cote, a 22 year-old, male-model-hot, former member of the 82nd Airborne. He’s charismatic enough to instantly become the most popular freshman at the University of Florida. He’s sensitive enough leave notes for his best female friend, telling her to "remember you got a big heart." But by the summer, Cote’s mood was growing dark, and restless:

Every day seemed to bring some new story of a near-death experience, or that Cote had been spotted passed out somewhere. "Jon drank a lot — a lot," said Sloan. "I don’t know if there was underlying depression, or whether he was just trying to find meaning in his life. He didn’t get a rush anymore. Mainstream American wasn’t doing it for him. I feared that it was a by-product of post-traumatic stress. It all came down that summer. I think he asked himself, and lot of people were asking him, ‘Are you going to continue this risky lifestyle of are you gonna calm down?’"

"What are you doing, man?" Sloan asked him one night as they stood outside the Whiskey Room.

"I don’t belong here," Cote told him.

Then he left for Iraq.

The war Cote finds on his return trip is completely different from the one he experienced as a soldier. There’s no code of conduct. No accountability. Just unwritten, self-policing guidelines – "Big Boy Rules." His new mercenary colleagues shoot at Iraqis, with no consequences. And when the Iraqis turn around and attack them, the guns-for-hire are left to save themselves. Or not.

The need for these mercenaries grew out of the Iraq war’s "original sin," Fainaru writes. The Defense Department, famously, did not provide enough soldiers and marines for the war. And so, "as the situation deteriorated, a parallel army formed on the margins of the war: tens of thousands of armed men, invisible in plain sight, doing the jobs that couldn’t be done because there weren’t enough troops."

In his book, Fainaru takes the most detailed, nuanced look yet at that emerging shadow military. He doesn’t do the contractors a favor, by excusing them or their behavior. Fainaru does the rest of us a service, by humanizing them. No wonder he won a Pulitzer Prize this year, for his reporting in the Washington Post, where he’s been a staffer since 2000. Fainaru was also a finalist for the award in 2006. And he wrote a kick-ass book about baseball, The Duke of Havana. Before that, he worked for the Boston Globe for 11 years.

Me, I’m a humble little blogger, running WIRED magazine’s national security site, DANGER ROOM. I also contribute war and crime stories to the mag, and scribble once in a blue moon for the New York Times and others. I’ll be your moderator this afternoon. Let’s get right to the questions…

[As a reminder, please take off-topic discussions to the previous thread. -bev]