Breaking: Pfc. Steven Green Guilty of Rape, Murder
Private First Class Steven Dale Green, tried in Federal Court for the rape of a 14-year-old girl, Abeer Qassim Hamza, and the murder of her and family in Mahmudiya, Iraq in 2006, has been found guilty on all 16 counts.
Eight of those counts carry the death penalty.
Andrew Tilghman, writing in the Washington Post, provided chilling background on Pfc. Green back in July 2006:
“I came over here because I wanted to kill people."
Over a mess-tent dinner of turkey cutlets, the bony-faced 21-year-old private from West Texas looked right at me as he talked about killing Iraqis with casual indifference. It was February, and we were at his small patrol base about 20 miles south of Baghdad. "The truth is, it wasn’t all I thought it was cracked up to be. I mean, I thought killing somebody would be this life-changing experience. And then I did it, and I was like, ‘All right, whatever.’ "
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At the time, the soldier’s matter-of-fact manner struck me chiefly as a rare example of honesty. I was on a nine-month assignment as an embedded reporter in Iraq, spending much of my time with grunts like him — mostly young (and immature) small-town kids who sign up for a job as killers, lured by some gut-level desire for excitement and adventure. . . .
When I met Green, I knew nothing about his background — his troubled youth and family life, his apparent problems with drugs and alcohol, his petty criminal record. I just saw and heard a blunt-talking kid. Now that I know the charges against Green, his words take on an utterly different context for me. But when I met him then, his comments didn’t seem nearly as chilling as they do now.
Maybe, in part, that’s because we were talking in Mahmudiyah. If there’s one place where a soldier might succumb to what the military calls "combat stress," it’s this town where Green’s unit was posted on the edge of the so-called Triangle of Death, for the last three years a bloody center of the Sunni-led insurgency. Mahmudiyah is a deadly patch of earth that inspires such fear, foreboding and uneasiness that my most prominent memory of the three weeks I spent there was the unrelenting knot it caused in my stomach.