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our group went downstairs and moved over to the Marine base. Things
got hot so fast that by the time they were clear we were surrounded.
We stayed where we were.
Ryan realized our predicament as soon as he arrived at the Marine
outpost. He and the chief got into an argument over whether to
provide cover for us. The chief claimed that their job was to stay with
the Iraqi jundis, who were already hunkered down inside the Marine
camp. The chief ordered him to stay; Ryan told him what he could do
with that order.
Ryan ran upstairs on the roof of the Marine building, where he
joined the Marines trying to lay down support fire for us as we fought
off the insurgents.
The Marines sent a patrol over to pull us out. As I watched them coming
from the post, I spotted an insurgent moving in behind them.
I fired once. The Marine patrol hit the dirt. So did the Iraqi,
though he didn’t get up.
“There’s [an insurgent] sniper out there and he’s good,” their radio
man called. “He nearly got us.”
I got on my radio.
“That’s me, dumbass. Look behind you.”
They turned around and saw a savage with a rocket launcher lying
dead on the ground.
“God, thank you,” answered the Marine.
“Don’t mention it.”
The Iraqis did have snipers working that night. I got two of
them—one who was up on the minaret of a mosque, and another on a