American Sniper - Boekje Pienter

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The sons of the election officials were a favorite target. The insurgents
would use the families to put pressure on the officials to drop
out. Or else they’d just kill the family members as a warning to others
not to help the government hold the elections or even vote.
THE SALACIOUS AND THE SURREAL
One evening, we took over what we thought was an abandoned apartment,
since it was empty when we arrived. I was rotating with another
sniper, and while I was off, I went hunting around to see if there was
something I might use to make the hide more comfortable.
In an open drawer of a bureau, I saw all this sexy lingerie. Crotchless
panties, nightgowns—very suggestive stuff.
Not my size, though.
There was often an odd, almost surreal mix of things inside the
buildings, items that would seem out of place under the best circumstances.
Like the car tires we found on the roof in Fallujah, or the goat
we found in the bathroom of a Haifa Street apartment.
I’d see something, then spend the rest of the day wondering what
the story was. After a while, the bizarre came to seem natural.
Not quite surprising were the TVs and satellite dishes. They were
everywhere. Even in the desert. Many times we’d come upon a little
nomad settlement with tents for houses and nothing but a couple animals
and open land around them. Still, they were bristling with satellite
dishes.
CALLING HOME