American Sniper - Boekje Pienter

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Whatever. There are some damn good guys out there. The last
thing we need is to be picking fights with the people who are supporting
us.
But that’s a point that works both ways. Our problem in Ramadi
came from the fact the unit that was supposed to be working with us
refused to help.
They told us they were too important to be working with us. In
fact, they claimed to be standing by for a unit with a higher priority,
just in case they were needed. Which they weren’t.
Hey, sorry. I’m pretty sure their job was to help whoever needed
it, but whatever. We hunted around and found a Marine unit that was
equipped with SURC boats—small, shallow-draft vessels that could get
right up to the shore. They were armored and equipped with machine
guns fore and aft.
The guys driving them were bad-ass. They did everything an SBU
was supposed to do. Except that they did it for us.
They knew their mission. They didn’t pretend to be someone else.
They just wanted to get us there, the safest way possible. And when
our mission was done, they came for us—even if it was a hot extract.
These Marines would come in a heartbeat.
COP FALCON
The Army rolled in with tanks, armored vehicles, and trucks. Soldiers
humped sandbags and reinforced weak spots in the house. The house
we were on was at the corner of a T-intersection of two major roads,
one of which we called Sunset. The Army wanted the spot because of