American Sniper - Boekje Pienter

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MARC
The intel put the bad guys in a house not too far from where Ryan had
been hit. A couple of Bradleys drove us over to a field near the house. I
was in a second vehicle; some of the other guys had already gone into
the house by the time we arrived.
As soon as the ramp dropped on our Bradley, bullets started flying.
I ran to join the others; and found them stacking to go up the
stairs to the second floor. We were huddled together, facing downward,
waiting to move up.
Marc Lee was at the lead, above us on the steps. He turned, glancing
out a window on the staircase. As he did, he saw something and
opened his mouth to shout a warning.
He never got the words out. In that split second, a bullet passed
right through his open mouth and flew out the back of his head. He
dropped down in a pile on the steps.
We’d been set up. There was a savage on the roof of the house next
door, looking down at the window from the roof there.
Training took over.
I scrambled up the steps, stepping over Marc’s body. I sent a hail
of bullets through the window, flushing the neighboring roof. So did
my teammates.
One of us got the insurgent. We didn’t stop to figure out who it
was. We went on up to the roof, looking for more of our ambushers.
Dauber, meanwhile, stopped to check Marc. He was hurt pretty
bad; Dauber knew there was no hope.