American Sniper - Boekje Pienter

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I went out with a small team and we took down a three- or fourstory
building. I set up in the top floor and started watching the area.
Pretty soon the convoy headed down the road. As I was watching the
area, a man came out of a building near the road and began maneuvering
in the direction the convoy was going to take. He had an AK.
I shot him. He went down.
The convoy continued through. A bunch of other Iraqis came out
and gathered around the guy I’d shot, but nobody that I could see
made any threatening motions toward the convoy or looked to be in a
position to attack it, so I didn’t fire.
A few minutes later, I heard on the radio that the Army is sending
a unit out to investigate why I shot him.
Huh
I had already told the Army command on the radio what had
happened, but I got back on the radio and repeated it. I was surprised—they
didn’t believe me.
A tank commander came out and interviewed the dead man’s wife.
She told them her husband was on his way to the mosque carrying a
Koran.
Uh-huh. The story was ridiculous, but the officer—whom, I’m
guessing, hadn’t been in Iraq very long—didn’t believe me. The soldiers
began to look around for the rifle, but by that time so many
people had been in the area that it was long gone.
The tank commander pointed out my position. “Did it come from
there”
“Yes, yes,” said the woman, who, of course, had no idea where the
shot had come from, since she hadn’t been anywhere nearby. “I know
he’s Army, because he’s wearing an Army uniform.”