American Sniper - Boekje Pienter

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We found two 60 gunners, including Ryan Job, to provide a little
muscle, and with an officer headed out to help the Marines.
Seven Story was a tall, battered building about two hundred yards
outside the Marine outpost. Made of tan-colored cement and located
near what had been a major road before the war, it looked almost like
a modern office building, or would have if it weren’t for the missing
windows and huge holes where it had been hit by rockets and shells. It
was the tallest thing around and had a perfect vantage into the city.
We went out in early evening with several Marines and local
jundis for security. The jundis were loyal Iraqi militia or soldiers who
were being trained; there were a number of different groups, each with
its own level of expertise and efficiency—or, most often, the opposite
of both.
While there was still light, we got a few shots here and there, all on
isolated insurgents. The area around the building was pretty rundown,
a whitewashed wall with a fancy iron gate separating one sand-strewn
empty lot from another.
Night fell, and suddenly we were in the middle of a flood of bad
guys. They were on their way to assault the Marine outpost and we just
happened to be along the route. There were a ton of them.
At first, they didn’t realize we were there, and it was open season.
Then, I saw three guys with RPGs taking aim at us from about a block
away. I shot each of them in succession, saving us the hassle of ducking
from their grenades.
The firefight quickly shifted our way. The Marines called us over
the radio and told us to collapse back to them.
Their outpost was a few hundred treacherous yards away. While
one of the 60 gunners, my officer, and I provided cover fire, the rest of