That’s Ghillie Suit, Not Girlie Suit!
Rusty Shackleford at MyPetJawa reports on the possible capture of the notorious and deadly Juba the Sniper.
Not to be confused with the notorious but ineffective Juma the Hermaphrodite.
Here’s how you tell. Snipers favor the ghillie suit.
Transgender suicide bombers, on the other hand …
Fun aside, Rusty lays out the myth and fact of the shadowy figure of Juba, probably a conglomerate of a number of actual snipers who have killed a lot of American soldiers. The capture of any of these murderers is welcome news. Here’s a guy who had a close call.
Early in the war, snipers were less of a problem, but the unit I was attached to had problems with people in surrounding buildings. One tank commander was severely wounded while up in the hatch. Another tanker was winged in the arm. Those buildings were taken down with 500 lb bombs. No more snipers.
The next day, we all took cover in an intersection in Baghdad after an Iraqi civilian was hit in the arm, and studied the windows all around the square. When we realized from the sound of the shots the guy was using a pistol, and anyway became bored with cover, we became emboldened and began ignoring the potshots, the chances of actually being hit seeming remote. I remember thinking, “You’re going to have to do better than that, Achmed,” and walking around the square, conducting my business. Then ZING … SPLAT! one hits the wall behind me. I decided to observe the proceedings from cover again after that.
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Posted by Jules Crittenden at 9:05 pm Comments (1) on Thursday, November 30, 2006
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November 30th, 2006 at 10:28 pm
Snerk – more often than not, Jules – you’re hit by the one marked “To Whom It May Concern.”
If it ain’t yer job to wander around boldly… well, old soldiers, don’t.
;^)
And most of us learned like you did. It would *really* have pissed me off to get dinged by a round meant for the guy next to me. He’da owed me a lotta near-beer.