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house where a rather portly Iraqi decided he didn’t want to come
along nicely. He started to tussle.
Now, from our perspective, our brother SEAL was getting the shit
kicked out of him. According to the SEAL in question, he had actually
slipped and was in no need of assistance.
I guess you can interpret it any way you want. We all rushed in
and grabbed the fatso before he could do much harm. Our friend got
ribbed about his “fall” for a while.
On most of these missions, we had photos of the person we were supposed
to get. In that case, the rest of the intelligence tended to be
pretty accurate. The guy was almost always where he was supposed to
be, and things pretty much followed the outline we had drawn up.
But some cases didn’t go so smoothly. We began realizing that if
we didn’t have a photo, the intelligence was suspect. Knowing that the
Americans would bring a suspect in, people were using tips to settle
grievances or feuds. They’d talk to the Army or some other authority,
making claims about a person helping the insurgency or committing
some other crime.
It sucked for the person we arrested, but I didn’t get all that
worked up about it. It was just one more example of how screwed up
the country was.
SECOND-GUESSED
One day, the Army asked for a sniper overwatch for a 506th convoy
that was coming into base.