American Sniper - Boekje Pienter

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We had worked with members of 4-10 Mountain Division during
much of the Sadr City battle. They were fighters. They wanted to be in
the shit—and they certainly got their wish there. Now as we bumped
out into the villages outside the city, we were happy to have a chance
to work with them again. They knew the area. Their snipers were especially
good, and having them along improved our effectiveness.
Our jobs are the same, but there are a few differences between Army
and SEAL snipers. For one thing, Army snipers use spotters, which we
don’t, as a general rule. Their weapon set is a bit smaller than ours.
But the bigger difference, at least at first, had to do with tactics
and the way they were deployed. Army snipers were more used to going
out in three- or four-man groups, which meant they couldn’t stay
out for very long, certainly not all night.
The SEAL task unit, on the other hand, moved in heavy and
locked down an area, basically looking for a fight and having the enemy
provide us with one. It wasn’t so much an overwatch anymore as
a dare: Here we are; come and get us.
And they did: village after village, the insurgents would come and
try and kill us; we’d take them down. Typically, we’d spend at least one
night and usually a few, going in and extracting after sunset.
In this area, we ended up going back to the same village a few
times, usually taking a different house each time. We’d repeat the process
until all the local bad guys were dead, or at least until they understood
that attacking us was not very smart.
It was surprising how many idiots you had to kill before they finally
got that point.