“I Got My Kills”
Here’s a good account of the fighting in Fallujah, at the Telegraph: “I got my kills … I just love my job.” (Hat tip: Gregory.)
A Phantom Abrams tank moved up the road running along the high ground. Its barrel, stencilled with the words “Ali Baba under 3 Thieves” swivelled towards the city and then fired a 120mm round at a house where two men with AK-47s had been pinpointed. “Ain’t nobody moving now,” shouted a soldier as the dust cleared. “He rocked that guy’s world.”
One of Phantom’s sniper teams laid down fire into the city with a Barrett .50 calibre rifle and a Remington 700. A suspected truck bomb was riddled with bullets, the crack of the Barrett echoing through the mainly deserted section of the city. The insurgents fired 60mm mortars back, one of them wounding a soldier.
There were 25mm rounds from Phantom’s Bradley fighting vehicles, barrages from Paladin howitzers back at Camp Fallujah and bursts of fire from .50 calibre machineguns. One by one, the howitzers used by the insurgents were destroyed.
“Everybody’s curious,” grinned Sgt Anyett as he waited for a sniper with a Russian-made Dragonov to show his face one last, fatal time.