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“All right.”
I unfolded myself from the ground and moved over to the gun.
“So What’s been going on” I asked. Whenever someone came on
the gun, the person he was relieving would brief him quickly, describing
who’d been in the neighborhood, etc.
“Nothing,” said Jay. “I haven’t seen anyone.”
“Nothing”
“Nothing.”
We swapped positions. Jay pulled his ball cap down to catch some
sleep.
I put my eye near the sight, scanning. Not ten seconds later, an insurgent
walked fat into the crosshairs, AK out. I watched him move
tactically toward an American position for a few seconds, confirming
that he was within the ROEs.
Then I shot him.
“I fuckin’ hate you,” grumbled Jay from the floor nearby. He
didn’t bother moving his ball cap, let alone get up.
I never had any doubts about the people I shot. My guys would tease
me: Yeah, I know Chris. He’s got a little gun cut on the end of his
scope. Everybody he sees is in the ROEs.
But the truth was, my targets were always obvious, and I, of
course, had plenty of witnesses every time I shot.
The way things were, you couldn’t chance making a mistake.
You’d be crucified if you didn’t strictly obey the ROEs.
Back in Fallujah, there was an incident involving Marines clearing
a house. A unit had gone into a house, stepping over some bodies as
they moved to clear the rooms. Unfortunately, one of the bastards on