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Insurgents started feeding into the area and a huge firefight erupted.
I saw one guy with an RPG; I got him in my crosshairs, squeezed
easy on the trigger.
He fell.
A few minutes later, one of his friends came out to grab the rocket
launcher.
He fell.
This went on for quite a while. Down the block, another insurgent
with an AK tried to get a shot on my boys. I took him down—then took
down the guy who came to get his gun, and the next one.
Target-rich environment! Hell, there were piles of insurgents littering
the road. They finally gave up and disappeared. Our guys continued
to patrol. The jundis saw action that day; two of them died in a
firefight.
It was tough to keep track of how many kills I got that day, but I
believe the total was the highest I’d ever had in a single day.
We knew we were in good with the Army captain when he came over
to us one day and said, “Listen, y’all gotta do one thing for me. Before I
get shipped out of here, I want to shoot my main tank gun one time.
All right So call me.”
It wasn’t too long after that we got in a firefight and we got his
unit on the radio. We called him over, and he got his tank in and he
got his shot.
There were a lot more in the days that followed. By the time he left
Ramadi, he’d shot it thirty-seven times.
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