American Sniper - Boekje Pienter

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I was assigned to work with Lima Company, which was operating
a few blocks away from Kilo. Lima was helping fill in holes—taking
down pockets of insurgents who had crept in or been bypassed. They
were seeing a lot of action.
That night, I went over and talked to the company leadership in a
house they’d taken over earlier in the day. The Marine commander
had already heard what I’d been doing with Kilo, and after we talked a
bit, he asked what I wanted to do.
“I’d like to be down on the street with y’all.”
“Good enough.”
Lima Company proved to be another great group of guys.
DON’T TELL MY MOM
A few days later, we were clearing a block when I heard shooting on a
nearby street. I told the Marines I was with to stay where they were,
then ran over to see if I could help.
I found another group of Marines, who had started up an alley and
run into heavy fire. They’d already pulled back and gotten under cover
by the time I got there.
One kid hadn’t quite made it. He was lying on his back some yards
away, crying in pain.
I started laying down fire and ran up to grab him and pull him
back. When I got to him, I saw he was in pretty bad shape, gut-shot. I
dropped and got an arm under each of his, then started hauling him
backward.