Shake Hands with the Devil is a remarkable tale of a soldier’s courage, an unforgettable portrait of modern warfare and a landmark contribution to the literature of war. It is also a stinging indictment of the petty bureaucrats who refused to give Dallaire the men and the operational freedom he needed to stop the killing.
‘I know there is a God,’ Dallaire writes, ‘because in Rwanda I shook hands with the devil. I have seen him, I have smelled him and I have touched him. I know the devil exists and therefore I know there is a God.’