American Sniper - Boekje Pienter

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ourselves. Everyone would know where we were, and the bad guys
would come out of their slug holes and try and take us down.
It got to the point where I had so many kills that I stepped back to
let the other guys have a few. I started giving them the best spots in
the buildings we took over. Even so, I had plenty of chances to shoot.
One day we took over this house and, after letting my guys choose
their places, there were no more windows to fire from. So I took a
sledgehammer and broke a hole in the wall. It took me quite a while to
get it right.
When I finally set up my place, I had about a three-hundred-yard
view. Just as I got on my gun, three insurgents came out right across
the street, fifteen yards away.
I killed all of them. I rolled over and said to one of the officers
who’d come over, “You want a turn”
After a few days, we figured out that the attacks were concentrating
when the work crews reached an intersection. It made sense: the insurgents
wanted to attack from a place where they could easily run off.
We learned to bump up and watch the side streets. Then we started
pounding these guys when they showed up.
Fallujah was bad. Ramadi was worse. Sadr City was the worst. The
overwatches would last two or three days. We’d leave for a day, recharge,
then go back out. It was balls-to-the-wall firefights every time.
The insurgents brought more than just their AKs to a fight. We
were getting rocketed every fight. We responded by calling in air cover,
Hellfires and what-have-you.