“Hurt Into Poetry: On Poetry and Greece”By Stephanos Papadopoulos
"The phantom that was Abu Musab al-Zarqawi had haunted me for the past three years, from my first predator combat tour over Iraq and the fight at Fallujah. I was obsessed with the fear that he would escape justice after what he had done to Nicholas Berg, the kidnapped contractors, and dozens of others. During those years, I expended hours and days flying over Baghdad or Fallujah scouring streets and buildings for some sign of his presence, staking out safe houses, providing air cover for raids that always turned out to be dry holes, hoping that one day I would get a shot at him. Sometimes I thought I knew as much about this man, my nemesis, as I knew about my wife."