American Sniper - Boekje Pienter

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“How many did y’all get tonight Oh, that’s right—y’all didn’t go
out.”
Ballbusters. But I couldn’t blame them. I thought our head shed
was a bunch of pussies.
We had started training to take down Mukarayin Dam northeast
of Baghdad. The dam was important not only because it provided hydroelectric
power, but because if it were allowed to flood it could have
slowed military forces attacking Iraqis in the area. But the mission was
continually postponed, and finally given to SEAL Team 5 when they
rotated into the Gulf toward the end of our stay. (The mission, which
followed our basic plan, was a success.)
There were many things we could have done. How much of an impact
on the war they would have had, I have no idea. We certainly
could have saved a few lives here and there, maybe shortened some
conflicts by a day or more. Instead, we were told to get ready to go
home. Our deployment was over.
I sat back at base for a couple of weeks with nothing to do. I felt
like a little fucking coward, playing video games and waiting to ship
out.
I was pretty pissed. In fact, I was so mad I wanted to leave the
Navy, and give up being a SEAL.