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I'd like to begin by thanking Jane and Christy for inviting me to write this introduction for my good friend and accomplished writer Jennifer Abrahamson. Not only is this an intellectually stimulating way to spend a weekend day, but a valuable service to authors writing progressive stories, which for some reason don't get purchased in bulk by the American Enterprise Institute.

Sadly, the first time Marla Ruzicka made an impression on me was the same day so many others heard her name for the first time, as her untimely passing (April 16, 2005) at the hands of a suicide bomber on Baghdad's Airport Road was bantered about on the airwaves along with Brittany or whatever other idiocy the MSM chose to cover that day. Not to mention the inevitable attacks from the hydrogen peroxide chorus with Debbie Schlussel ably filling in for Ann Coulter. I am not sure which circle Dante reserved for this bantam-weight huckster, but it wasn't far enough down, for sure.

I did my best to filter out the media noise and became keenly interested in the story of this real-life heroine. With nothing but a fierce determination to do what was right, Marla had accomplished more by the age of 28 than most of us ever will. Most importantly, she successfully got funding for civilian victims in Afghanistan and Iraq for the first time ever. And she started and left behind an organization, CIVIC--The Campaign For Innocent Victims In Conflict--whose very purpose is to continue working towards a policy where we do the compassionate and smart thing, helping victims of our wars while winning hearts and minds along the way (not that our current leaders need any help on that score, of course).

Not bad for a woman in her twenties going up against the military and political establishment (some of us here know all too well challenge of simply taking on the latter).

But there was something else about Marla. Seeing her face on television, I could almost feel her charisma springing forth and taking hold of me. It is a gift of Marla's that Jen ably presents in Sweet Relief, a trait vital to Marla's ability to charm jounalists, government officials, other activists and anyone else necessary in her quest to get funding for the civilian victims. How many other young women just arriving in a war-torn country would have the courage to simply walk up to dining groups of reporters, often jaded and much older than she, and chime into their conversations by saying, "Hi everyone! I'm Marla! I've just arrived in Jalalabad and I'm here with Global Exchange checking out the human rights situation caused by the war."

We all come across a few people like this in our lives. Those who effortlessly win friends and followers alike wherever they go. But how many of them selflessly use it to help those who really need it? Marla, born into a comfortable family in Northern California, chose to leave those creature comforts behind. Her journey to selflessly assist others in need took her to places like Guatamala and Tanzania, and eventually Afghanistan and Iraq, as she realized her true purpose was to be a voice for those harmed by our errant bombs.

Now I would be remiss if I did not tell you more about Jen herself. I met Jen when we were both attending the Columbia School of International and Public Affairs to get our masters' degrees in the IA. Jen was always an exceptional writer, contributing to various publications available to students. As often happens with students from this program, because upon graduation we scatter to the four winds, we lost touch for a couple of years. Along the way I read her essays for Slate with interest, but when I heard Marla's story was being written, I was not surprised at all to find out it was Jen composing it. Like Marla, Jen has always been courageous, doing humanitarian work and covering stories in locales from Kabul to Darfur.

So I also immediately knew that this would be a great book. And it is.

Jen not only tells a lively and interesting account of Marla's life, but along the way provides context for the work Marla was doing. I was floored when Jen pointed out that "depite the world's recognition of the importance of protecting civilians during war, statistics are alarming in the new millenium. During World War I, some 95% of those killed were combatants. Today the statistic is inverted." Think about that for a second, 95% of those killed in wars are now civilians.

Jen also strikes the perfect chord in her tome. She seems to instinctively know when it's best to act as a dispassionate observer and reporter of events, while at other key moments Jen lets her love for Marla shine through. Those are some of the most endearing moments in this work.

Well enough of my rambling. Without further ado, I humbly present Jennifer Abrahamson. Ask away my friends (and btw Happy Holidays!).