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One of our com guys working a street over from us was with a unit that came
under heavy fire from a building packed with insurgents. He got on the radio and
called over to the Marines, asking permission to call in a strike. As soon as it
was approved, he got on the line with a pilot and gave him the location and
“Danger close!” he warned over the radio. “Take cover.”
We ducked inside the building. I have no idea how big the bomb he dropped

was, but the explosion rattled the walls. My buddy later reported it had taken out
over thirty insurgents—as much an indication of how many people were trying
to kill us as how important the air support was.
I have to say that all of the pilots we had overhead were pretty accurate. In a

lot of situations, we were asking for bombs and missiles to hit within a few
hundred yards. That’s pretty damn close when you’re talking about a thousand or
more pounds of destruction. But we didn’t have any incidents, and I was also
pretty confident that they could handle the job.

ne day, a group of Marines near us started getting fire from a minaret in a
mosque a few blocks away. We could see where the gunman was shooting from
but we couldn’t get a shot on him. He had a perfect position, able to control a
good part of the city below him.
While, ordinarily, anything connected to a mosque would have been out of

bounds, the sniper’s presence made it a legitimate target. We called an air strike
on the tower, which had a high, windowed dome at the top, with two sets of
walkways running around it that made it look a little like an air traffic control
tower. The roof was made of panels of glass, topped by a spiked pole.
We hunkered down as the aircraft came in. The bomb flew through the sky, hit

the top of the minaret, and went straight through one of the large panes at the
top. It then continued down into a yard across the alley. There it went low-order
—exploding without much visible impact.
“Shit,” I said. “He missed. Come on—let’s go get the son of a bitch

We ran down a few blocks and entered the tower, climbing what seemed an

endless flight of stairs. At any moment, we expected the sniper’s security or the
sniper himself to appear above and start firing at us.
No one did. When we made it to the top, we saw why. The sniper, alone in the

building, had been decapitated by the bomb as it flew through the window.
But that wasn’t all the bomb did. By chance, the alley where it landed had

been filled with insurgents; we found their bodies and weapons a short time later.

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I think it was the best sniper shot I ever saw.

fter I’d been working with Kilo Company for about two weeks, the
commanders called all the SEAL snipers back so they could redistribute us
where we were needed.
“What the hell are you doing out there?” asked one of the first SEALs I met.

“We’re hearing shit that you’re down there on the ground.”
“Yeah, I am. No one’s coming out on the street.”
“What the hell are you doing?” he said, pulling me aside. “You know if our

CO finds out you’re doing this, you’re out of here.”
He was right, but I shrugged him off. I knew in my heart what I had to do. I

also felt pretty confident in the officer who was my immediate commander. He
was a straight shooter and all about doing the job that needed to get done.
Not to mention the fact that I was so far out of touch with my top command

that it would have taken a long time for them to find out, let alone issue the
orders to get me pulled out.
A bunch of other guys came over and started agreeing with me: down on the

street was where we needed to be. I have no idea what they ended up doing;
certainly, for the record, they all remained on the roofs, sniping.
“Well hell, instead of using that Marine M-16,” said one of the East Coast

boys, “I brought my M-4 with me. You can borrow it if you want.”
I took it and wound up getting a bunch of kills on it. The M-16 and the M-4

are both good weapons; the Marines prefer the latest model of the M-16 for
various reasons that have to do with the way they usually fight. Of course, my
preference in close quarters combat was for the short-barreled M-4, and I was
glad to borrow my friend’s gun for the rest of my time in Fallujah.
I was assigned to work with Lima Company, which was operating a few

blocks away from Kilo. Lima was helping fill in holes—taking down pockets of
insurgents who had crept in or been bypassed. They were seeing a lot of action.
That night, I went over and talked to the company leadership in a house they’d

taken over earlier in the day. The Marine commander had already heard what I’d
been doing with Kilo, and after we talked a bit, he asked what I wanted to do.
“I’d like to be down on the street with y’all.”
“Good enough.”
Lima Company proved to be another great group of guys.

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