Let's face it -- there are great authors and there are great warriors, but great author-warriors are few and far between. "Shooter" proves this point, even when the warrior has an author helping him to write the book. "Shooter" is about Gunnery Sergeant Jack Coughlin, a USMC sniper. That he is one of the best there is no doubt. Although his career spans further, we see Coughlin in Somalia and Iraq, not really stopping anywhere else in between (which is too bad). Nevertheless, Coughlin comes across as the outstanding Marine that he is, and the reader will agree with the assessment of one of Coughlin's superior officers who states, "I'm just glad [Couglin's] on our side."
"Shooter", however, gets mixed up on what it wants to be: an insightful, introspective look into the mind of a man who is, after all, a professional killer (among other things) or a look at the life of a Marine specialist on the front lines. In the end, Shooter fails to deliver enough of either, and that is disappointing. With regard to the "insight" part of the book, Coughlin dutifully tell us that he holds no illusions about what his job is and what that means, how he never feels good taking human life, and how sometimes his targets show up in his dreams. On the other hand, he spends an incredible amount of time in the book complaining about how he is being left behind from the action in Iraq, which is essentially him complaining about not having enough opportunities to go out and kill people. Coughlin doesn't go into enough detail about how his job affects him personally for the reader to really care about how the job might affect him personally. For example, Coughlin experiences marital troubles that are all too common in military families. But this area is treated in such a cursory manner that the reader is left to wonder what happened, e.g., was it the strain of being apart, did Coughlin's wife realize she was waking up next to a professional killer every morning, or what? The point is that we don't know and we don't really care because Coughlin never gives the reader enough to care about.
Ordinarily, I wouldn't necessarily care about the lack of the touchy-feely stuff, as long as the book has some good, rip-roaring war stories to tell. And there are some good moments in "Shooter". Most of all, the reader will be amazed at how good this guy is at his job when he is allowed to do it and especially when he is allowed to do it in a manner that maximizes his talents. The unfortunate part of being a great sniper, however, is that there is very little drama involved in shooting people who are, for the most part, either too far away to shoot back at you or simply not aware that you are even there. Coughlin makes up for this by giving a good look at life on the front lines and some really cool insight into the technical part of being a sniper. I think this could have been maximized even more if the book had been entitled "Shooters", and it had been about the entire group of snipers Coughlin deployed with, instead of just being about him. In that way, some of the other characters could have been developed a little more and the action could have kept going a little more (read Robert Mason's "Chickenhawk" and you'll see what I mean). As it is, we learn much more about Coughlin's crusade to have snipers used in a much more active fashion on the battle field than we do about the people around him, and his crusade just isn't that interesting, plain and simple.
Don't get me wrong -- this is a solid book, and I am thankful for Coughlin's service and for the fact that he is on our side. And I'm sure Coughlin has some wicked stories; I just wish he had shared a few more of them with us.