American Sniper - Boekje Pienter

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One night, I was on an overwatch and things were quiet. Nights were
normally slow in Baghdad. Insurgents usually wouldn’t attack then,
because they knew we had the advantage with our technology, including
our night-vision gear and infrared sensors. So I thought I’d take a
minute and call my wife back home, just to tell I was thinking of her.
I took our sat phone and dialed home. Most times, when I talked
to Taya, I’d tell her I was back at base, even though I was really on an
overwatch or in the field somewhere. I didn’t want to worry her.
This night, for some reason, I told her what I was doing.
“Is it all right to talk” she asked.
“Oh yeah, it’s all good,” I said. “There’s nothing going on.”
Well, I got maybe another two or three sentences out of my mouth
when someone started firing at the building from the street.
“What’s that” she asked.
“Oh, nothing,” I said nonchalantly.
Of course, the gunfire stoked up real loud as the words came out
of my mouth.
“Chris”
“Well, I think I’m going to get going now,” I told her.
“Are you okay”
“Oh yeah. It’s all good,” I lied. “Nothing happening. Talk to you
later.”
Just then, an RPG hit the outside wall right near me. Some of the
building smacked into my face, giving me a couple of beauty marks
and temporary tattoos courtesy of the insurgency.
I dropped the phone and started returning fire. I spotted the guys
down the street and popped one or two; the snipers who were with me
downed a bunch more before the rest got the hell out of there.