American Sniper - Boekje Pienter

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While Marines from the First Marine Division made up the backbone
of the attack force, all of the other services added key pieces.
SEAL snipers were integrated with small Marine assault groups,
providing overwatch and performing traditional sniper missions.
The Marines spent several weeks getting ready for the assault,
launching a variety of operations to throw the insurgents off-balance.
The bad guys knew something was coming; they just didn’t know
where and when. The eastern side of the city was heavily fortified, and
the enemy probably thought that’s where the attack would be
launched.
Instead, the attack would come from the northwest and roll down
into the heart of the city. That’s where I was headed.
GETTING THERE
Dismissed by the lieutenant commander, I immediately gathered my
gear, then headed outside to a pickup truck that was waiting to take
me out to the helo. A 60—a Blackhawk H-60—was waiting for me and
another guy who’d been working with the GROM, a coms specialist
named Adam. We looked at each other and smiled. We were thrilled to
be getting into a real battle.
SEALs from all over Iraq were making a similar trip, heading toward
the large Marine base south of the city at Camp Fallujah. They’d
already established their own small base inside the camp by the time I
arrived. I treaded my way through the narrow halls of the building,
which had been dubbed the Alamo, trying not to knock into anything.
The walls were lined with equipment and gear, gun boxes and metal