American Sniper - Boekje Pienter

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One night we entered another village and took over a house at the
edge of some large open fields, including one used for soccer. We set
up without a problem, surveying the village and preparing for any
trouble we might face in the morning.
The tempo of the ops had slowed quite a bit over the past week or
two; it looked as if things were slacking down, at least for us. I started
thinking about going back west and rejoining my platoon.
I set up in a room on the second floor with LT. We had an Army
sniper and his spotter in the room next to us, and a bunch of guys on
the roof. I’d taken the .338 Lapua with me, figuring that most of my
shots would be on the long side, since we were on the edge of the village.
With the area around us quiet, I started scanning out farther, to
the next village, a little more than a mile away.
At some point I saw a one-story house with someone moving on
the roof. It was about 2,100 yards away, and even with a twenty-five
power scope I couldn’t make out much more than an outline. I studied
the person, but at that point he didn’t seem to have a weapon, or at
least he wasn’t showing it. His back was to me, so I could watch him,
but he couldn’t see me. I thought he was suspicious, but he wasn’t doing
anything dangerous, so I let him be.
A little while later an Army convoy came down the road beyond
the other village, heading in the direction of the COP we had staged
out of. As it got closer, the man on the roof raised a weapon to his
shoulder. Now the outline was clear: he had a rocket launcher, and he
was aiming it at Americans.
RPG.