American Sniper - Boekje Pienter

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I let them get to about 150 yards away before I fired my .300 Win
Mag. Dauber, watching through the binos, said it was like a scene from
Dumb and Dumber. The bullet went through the first guy and into the
second. The moped wobbled, then veered into a wall.
Two guys with one shot. The taxpayer got good bang for his buck
on that one.
The shot ended up being controversial. Because of the IED, the Army
sent some people over to the scene. But it took them something like six
hours to get there. Traffic backed up, and it was impossible for me, or
anyone else, to watch the pothole for the entire time. Further complicating
things, the Marines took down a dump truck suspected of being
a mobile IED on the same road. Traffic backed up all over the place,
and naturally the IED disappeared.
Ordinarily, that wouldn’t have been a problem. But a few days
earlier we had noticed a pattern: mopeds would ride past a COP a few
minutes before and after an attack, obviously scouting the place and
then getting intel on the attack. We requested to be cleared hot to
shoot anyone on a moped. The request was denied.
The lawyers or someone in the chain of command probably
thought I was blowing them off when they heard about my double
shot. The JAG—Judge Advocate General, kind of like a military version
of a prosecuting attorney—came out and investigated.
Fortunately, there were plenty of witnesses to what had happened.
But I still had to answer all the JAG’s questions.
Meanwhile, the insurgents kept using mopeds and gathering intelligence.
We watched them closely, and destroyed every parked moped