>> here's a look at authors recently featured on book tvs after words. senator sheldon whitehouse offered his thoughts on how legislative decisions are influenced by private businesses in the special interest groups. lisa serve and reported on america's bank and credit system. and how it affects the general public. and yet sarah discussed our bodies react to fact. in the coming weeks on after words, washington free beacon editor bill kurtz will provide his thoughts on how the united states can outpace global competitors in the information age. new york times correspondent eileen cooper will explore the life of ellen johnson surly.

the library in women's movement. the first democratically elected female president in african history.ohio governor john casey will reflect on his 2016 presidential campaign. and this weekend, former chief of the new york police department's internal affairs bureau campisi is will describe his work investigate corruption in the police force. >> i spent 41 years in the "dodge city: wyatt earp, bat masterson and the wickedest town in the american west". i saw an act of courage, bravery, integrity , but there's always that small number of people who keep you up at night. when i was a priest, everyone knew the person or maybe to that you didn't trust and the other officers didn't trust them either. so what i did when i went to internal affairs was a brought the commanding officers on board. and we would meet with them on a regular basis. i would ask them questions like who in your command, why

you were concerned about? who in the command keeps you up at night? i'll do an investigation for you and you will do in integrity test and i'm sure you want to talk about them later. we're going to put a case on your command so cut some commanders are worried there's too many cases against my command, think i'm not doing a good job. he always told them, if you're part of the investigatory team, you work with iad, you're going to come out of this looking well, not being criticized. >> so i always for that person and the other cops are willing to tell you if you are willing to listen. they stay away from, who they don't want to work with. >> after words airs on book tv every saturday at 10 pm and sunday at 9 pm eastern. watch all previous after words programs on our website, booktv.org. >> the primary reason i wrote the book was the marines i started with in vietnam.

more people should know their stories. their incredible dedication, their courage and the sacrifices they made. in a war that you supported and even fewer back. >> and in vietnam, as a drafty day sir with honor and did everything their country asked of them and more. >> i also wanted to describe a realistic picture of life as an infantry rifleman in combat. sliding through free fire zones for weeks and months at a time, you are seeking an elusive and limiting, never knowing if someone is an enemy or friendly but didn't wear uniforms. it's a war without a front line. we are constantly told we have to be hungry and tired, our resupply would never arrive on time. we had to ration our food, our ammo and even our work drove. we never had any keypads that would heat up c rations that were our meals and we never had any dry spots. and i hate to say it but every day was pretty much the same.up at the crack of dawn, trudged for miles to

our nighttime positions with 85 pounds of gear on our backs. clear areas on routes, set up ambushes, they up half the night on watch and with many a firefight in between. that is the life of the rifleman in combat. one of those rifleman was corporal roy lee hammons of third platoon lever company and i like to read a passage from my book about corporal hammond. i shot rang out. he crouched, seeking cover. as it a signal, five or six enemy a case opened up on the far side of the draw. it a metallic roar as a hail of bullets came in overhead. our instant m-16s opened up in reply. a thin stream of tenacity, the patter of rain, i'm hit. form it up. the familiar cry of stuff hitting the fan. take cover, i yelled.

it's the ambush i dreaded. i rolled and braced the rifle but against the ridge on my vest and triggered off half a magazine for the incoming fire. a downhill and i saw a body between two bushes. legs sprawled in a stream. our team to let up and rushed in short dashes then drop to visitation on the flank. bullets went through the bush and cracked through the trees , showering bark and wood. the fire team leader collapsed next to me, they got the dock. i measured the distance to the medic around whom impacts were sprouting up mud and water. i have are six mortars get fire on top of that line.my radioman handed me the handset. auxiliary on top of the hill and covered me and burst behind a tree. projectiles wind passed as i dodged down.

the wounded man lay prone in the middle of the stream. rm 60 machine guns began hammering away at the ridge line on the flank. poets were dicing around back, mimicking the smaller attack of the raindrops. when i reached him, the corpsman was hacking and coughing, face smeared with mud. i turned him open over, his chest was torn open. terrible deep in the mass, blood ran from his mouth. i tried to say something but couldn't make it out. heneeded that chesterfield quickly. a bullet smacked into the creek , spraying us with water. that wasn't an ak round, that was a sniper. resting my shoulders to stay slow i pad over the wound and i feel that with my left and a bandage around his torso. after lifting him to the role between his shoulders. as soon as the bandage was tied off, i started pulling him out of the line of fire. at that moment, it felt like a bulldozer hit my back, knocking me down into the

stream, turning my helmet off, my m-16 rifle cartwheel way through the rain. based on, gazing after him, thinking i'll be doing a lot of paperwork for losing that rifle. >> but i realized i could still move, my days sharpened into an urgent need to scrambled for cover. bullets were lacking all around. someone wailed at with a sledgehammer. blood was dripping from my utility yet my brain seemed to be functioning with perfect clarity. we've been returning fire to the east, advocating in the back. it was a deep ambush. lieutenant, my radioman called from the hill, i yelled back. tell them to come, the enemies is to the north on the other ridge line. i shouted out new coordinates from the laminated map now smeared with my blood, fire and everything. hit the gunships. he was still stream not having moved with the bullets impact had separated us and grabbed dock two. they grabbed it out. he was sucking wheezing and

that met my lung was pierced but i didn't hear it. one was pouring out, and scarlet. it was cold, i had to find cover. i didn't feel like moving. why not disclose my. >> and boots sounded coming my way. through the rattling crack of incoming fire, someone was thundering down the slope. sounding the latter, and he came into the letter writer sliding for home, tumbling over me in the streambed. someone had come after me. incredibly brave, incredibly risky. i grabbed his flapjack and yeah let's go. >> my hand came back covered with blood. an unfamiliar pale long face fell back. i didn't know him. i can't move, i yelled that he didn't respond. then later on top of me, jerking as a bullet after his flapjack. you've got to get out of here, i said. i grabbed his harness and pulled him off and drag him through the mud and through

the rocks to the stream as the bullets peppered the water around us.the dock i was worried might be dying i realized is now but maybe i could save this one. it seemed to take hours to crawl area driving a and heavy body by the arms of the back, another slight rise into the foliage.once undercover eye checking out. he been hit. he wasn't breathing. i pressed my mouth to his and began cpr. the lift was tasted of blood. finally i sat back on my heels and the history was gone. the stump was flat. court discipline didn't abandon, he wasn't even my participants. lieutenant, you okay? my radioman yelled. smeared in red blood. right next to me he was reloading with shaking hands, is clean, raindrops bowling as they ran out. we got a bunch of wounded and the company commander, i

blinked hard, jerking my mind back, the steady rattle of small arms and roar of artillery working the top louder than i'd ever heard it. we stumbled on at least a regimen, i had to call in more firepower and medevac's. your hit, bleeding bad. i am a first aid kit and puts the gauze into the hole in my back. when i looked down at the marines body, his blue eyes were open and seemed to be following me. you know this marine? i asked my radioman? that's an, third platoon. tough break, he only had a couple weeks to go. you'd better call in and get this taken care of. i looked around at the dead and wounded, all beside the stream along the ravine. >> police late in the raids seemed to be speaking but in a language i've forgotten. why had the kid done this? sacrifice himself for restraints. put his own return home had been so near. that wounded man began

screaming, salvo came in out artillery, at a point you can touch and detonate along the crest, taking rain from the creek. hope drifted like bitter incense. but there was something else to, something important. then i remembered in a rush, like a wave breaking over me. >> boots of contact, and my regimental commander said. i forced myself to my knees and suede, dizzy but my legs fell at the moment, i could let them in. the dead marine was looking up at me, wide-eyed. and it was still waiting for an answer. my radioman slapped the handset in my home like it or nurse presenting a scalpel, we fought him back lieutenant? >> i took a deep breath and for my gaze from that unblinking one . i'll think about it later, no corporal, i said. let me get distracted on and had third of june salivated the dead and wounded. i'm going to take this hill so we can get everyone out. no marine gets left behind.

>> watch this and other programs online at booktv.org. this is book tv on c-span2, television for serious readers. here's our primetime lineup. first up at 6:45 eastern, a panel discussion on the current state of the media. then it eastern cd bowlby talks about privilege in today's society.at nine on afterwards, charles campisi former chief of the "dodge city: wyatt earp, bat masterson and the wickedest town in the american west"'s internal affairs unit talks about investigating police corruption. at 10 pm eastern its author sharon weinberger on defense and technology. and at 10:50 we wrap up our primetime lineup with satirist p.j. o'rourke reflecting on the 2016 presidential election. that all happens tonight on c-span2's book tv. >> it was taking me to texas

and i thought i've got some of my high school a 19-year-old kid that look up to me, that believe in me, that i got to take care of and it's not fair if i go to the receipt so i went ahead and canceled my own support in texas and went overseas. >> i went overseas, everything is going my way a lot firefights and i'm in the platoon. i did anything i want, i'm very good getting my first sergeant complement so i got a lot of ranks. >> did you want to get promoted? i said sure, i guess. can you believe it? anyway. you got to that school, whatever. i wasn't really clear, i got a phone call april 10 and i'm in the way of the screen, we got phone call 2012 and they said look, we've got ied's in the city, check it out. no we got the deer on, we swept the ground back and forth, a lot of this is anything on the ground, took my bag off. i sat on the ground and hit the ground.

underneath it was an improvised explosive device. my mind, i went down not once but twice . >> i ripped out my right arm, my bicep and left leg was snapped to the bone. the home on by a couple pieces of muscle and tendon. my left arm was blown off at the wrist but my thumb and index finger or thumb, index and middle finger were still there, pinky finger was mangled up. i dropped the bag and hit my left side of my face on the ground. i looked at the aftermath. i radioed my lt with what i had left my left hand and we said i had a bomb, i need your medic. the medic started working on me and i said don't worry about it, you're not going to save me, it's okay and he said let me do my job. i got two guys to get hurt with me and i knew they been hurt and i said look, you're not going to solve this

problem and i knew, i've been overseas long enough where i've seen guys die from a lot less. i didn't want to die, i never want to die but i didn't think i was worth it. in a minute and a half i would've been bled out and you start putting tourniquets on. my right arm, right leg, they stop the bleeding. they worked on it, the medic came up and checked on the two guys, they were fine. they had to come home and stuff like that and then they had to come work on me, put me on a helicopter, put me out to kandahar hospital. when i got there i didn't know that they were rated. we been at war a while and they are so good that 99 percent of people that make it there alive leave their lives. it's a true testament to medical technologies and advancement in traumatic injury. i make it to the hospital, i'm in the hospital and trying to get back up and i'm mad i'm laying on his bed unlike i'm fine, and the doctor says what the heck. he went to my chest and why one guys chest is holding me down and he says i don't know how you're still awake but you need to go to sleep. at that point i can stop being afraid about showing fear. when i was on the battlefield

the only type thing i kept saying was the saving private ryan and the medic was yelling for his mom. the last memories were not going to be me crying out, the last memory was me yelling at the medic and calling him down. i said it was going to be okay, the doc says shut up and do your job. it's okay. i kept reassuring them that if i die it's not your fault. they're getting ready to knock me out and i said a little girl, i'll never see her again. she's a month old and they knock me out, they work on me and pull my pants off, my left leg comes right off. . all right. surgery, nine doctors and seven nurses working on me. they're working on my lungs, over 30 blood transfusions. people were rushing universal blood to donate from them to me. i had to do months of testing for all the diseases, hiv because they didn't have time to go through the proper procedures. i'm all good, i'm all clean. but right, so they work on me and they keep me going.

>> that was april 10. april 12 they told me, my brother-in-law who was in afghanistan, we were overseas, you've got to fill a book out and that's what you write in if you died, is going to bring your body home, what music plays at your funeral, what kind of funeral service, it's pretty morbid. josh, he flies over to kandahar and get me, 5:00 and they put me into surgery, they cut my left arm off because it was going to die. i became a quadruple amputee. they wake me up for the first time out of my medicalization. and the first thing out of my mouth is not my shoulders, my brother-in-law is in the room and he said ryan is here, they're okay. and i said and i paralyzed and he said you're not paralyzed and i said don't lie to me, i can't feel my fingers and toes. no, you're not paralyzed, you don't have that anymore.

>> i'm angry, upset. they came and got me and i was questioning does god hate me, is this payback, what is going on? i pay my taxes, i can take care of my family, i serve my country. >> wants this and other programs online at booktv.org. >> book tv is on twitter and facebook and we want to hear from you. to us, twitter.com/book tv or post acomment on our facebook page , facebook.com/book tv. >> up next on after words, rhode island senator sheldon whitehouse offers his thoughts on how the government is impacted by corporate money and special interest groups in his book captured: the corporate infiltration of american democracy. >>