American Sniper - Boekje Pienter

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they had to leave. According to one of the Marine officers, they were
allowed to go back to their apartments, take what they needed, and
leave.
(A few known insurgents were captured and detained in the
operation.)
While we were on the berm watching the city, we were also watching
warily for an Iraqi sniper known as Mustafa. From the reports we
heard, Mustafa was an Olympics marksman who was using his skills
against Americans and Iraqi police and soldiers. Several videos had
been made and posted, boasting of his ability.
I never saw him, but other snipers later killed an Iraqi sniper we
think was him.
TO THE APARTMENTS
“All right,” said our radio guy finally. “They want us inside.”
I ran from the trees to the apartment complex, where a SEAL lieutenant
was organizing the overwatches. He had a map of the city and
showed us where the assault was going to take place the next day.
“We need to cover this area here, here, and here,” he said. “Y’all go
find a room to do it.”
He gave us a building and off we went. I’d been paired with a
sniper I’d met during BUD/S, Ray. (I’ve used the name to protect his
identity.)
Ray is a big-time gun nut. Loves guns, and knows ’em real well.
I’m not sure how good a shot he is, but he’s probably forgotten more
than I know about rifles.