American Sniper - Boekje Pienter

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I was still big brother, hoping to protect him. Hell, he didn’t need
me to watch over him; he was a Marine, and a tough one. But somehow
those old instincts never go away.
At another location, we found barrels of chemical material that was
intended for use as biochemical weapons. Everyone talks about there
being no weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, but they seem to be referring
to completed nuclear bombs, not the many deadly chemical
weapons or precursors that Saddam had stockpiled.
Maybe the reason is that the writing on the barrels showed that
the chemicals came from France and Germany, our supposed Western
allies.
The thing I always wonder about is how much Saddam was able to
hide before we actually invaded. We’d given so much warning before
we came in, that he surely had time to move and bury tons of material.
Where it went, where it will turn up, what it will poison—I think those
are pretty good questions that have never been answered.
One day we saw some things in the desert and thought they were buried
IEDs. We called the bomb-disposal people and they came out. Lo
and behold, what they found wasn’t a bomb—it was an airplane.
Saddam had buried a bunch of his fighters in the desert. He had
them covered with plastic and then tried to hide them. Probably he
figured we’d come through like we did in Desert Storm, hit quick and
then leave.
He was wrong about that.
“WE’RE GOING TO DIE”