American Sniper - Boekje Pienter

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Tony shot the driver in the head. The vehicle veered off and
crashed into another building nearby. A helo came in a short while
later and blew up the truck. A Hellfire missile whooshed in, and the
dump truck erupted: it had been filled with explosives.
FINALLY, A PLAN
By early June, the Army had come up with a plan to take Ramadi
back from the insurgents. In Fallujah, the Marines had worked systematically
through the city, chasing and then pushing the insurgents
out. Here, the insurgents were going to come to us.
The city itself was wedged between waterways and swampland.
There was limited access by road. The Euphrates and the Habbaniyah
canal bounded the city on the north and west; there was one bridge on
either side near the northwestern tip. To the south and east, a lake,
swamps, and a seasonal drainage canal helped form a natural barrier
to the countryside.
The U.S. forces would come in from the perimeters of the city, the
Marines from up north, and the Army on the other three sides. We
would establish strongholds in various parts of the city, demonstrating
that we were in control—and essentially daring the enemy to attack.
When they did attack, we would fight back with everything we had.
We’d set up more and more footholds, gradually extending control
over the entire city.
The place was a mess. There was no functioning government, and
it was beyond lawless. Foreigners entering the city were instant targets
for killing or kidnapping, even if they were in armored convoys. But
the place was a worse hell for ordinary Iraqis. Reports have estimated