هذا الموضوع نقلته من احد منتديات المجاهدين
مجاهد واحد بالفلوجة مقابل 150 من المارينز "قصة مثيرة"
نيويورك تايمز: قناص يواجه 150من علوج المارينز
هذه القصة حقيقية 100% لا غبار عليها ......حدثت في الفلوجة
تحت عنوان "درس صعب في المعركة 150: من المارينز يواجهون قناص واحد"
وهي باختصار ان قناص عراقي في مبنى من ثلاثة ادورار هستر ب 150 جندي من المارينز وقد اطلقو عليه 30000 (ثلاثين الف) طلقة وبالاضافة الى قذائف الدبابات ووقذائف ال 500 بواند الضخمة واحراق المنزل بالكامل ولكن المفاجئة ان القناص مازال يقنصهم واستمرت لمدة يوم كامل حتى يأسو من قتله ولم يستطع القناصة الامريكان مجاراته
وقال القائد الامريكي "لا اعرف من هو ولكنه مدرب بشكل جيد"
وقل القائد الامريكي لاحد الجنود عندما سأله هل استطيع ان اطلق فاجاب القائد بكل تأكيد لا!!!!!!!
. وهناك امور كثيرة
القصة كاملة واحداثها على هذا الرابط (من يستطيع ان يكذب الخبر) :
وبارك الله فيمن سيسبق بالترجمة لنا ليخبرنا كل القصة كاملة
وساحاول الترجمة لكم
Hard Lesson in Battle: 150 Marines Meet 1 Sniper
By DEXTER FILKINS
Published: November 11, 2004
ALLUJA, Iraq, Nov. 10 - American marines called in two airstrikes on the pair of dingy three-story buildings squatting along Highway 10 on Wednesday, dropping 500-pound bombs each time. They fired 35 or so 155-millimeter artillery shells, 10 shots from the muzzles of Abrams tanks and perhaps 30,000 rounds from their automatic rifles. The building was a smoking ruin.
But the sniper kept shooting.
He - or they, because no one can count the flitting shadows in this place - kept 150 marines pinned down for the better part of a day. It was a lesson on the nature of the enemy in this hellish warren of rubble-strewn streets. Not all of the insurgents are holy warriors looking for martyrdom. At least a few are highly trained killers who do their job with cold precision and know how to survive.
"The idea is, he just sits up there and eats a sandwich," said Lt. Andy Eckert, "and we go crazy trying to find him."
The contest is a deadly one, and two marines in Company B, First Battalion, Eighth Regiment of the First Marine Expeditionary Force have been killed by snipers in the past two days as the unit advanced just half a mile southward to Highway 10 from a mosque they had taken on Tuesday.
Despite the world-shaking blasts of weaponry as the Americans try to root out the snipers, this is also a contest of wills in which the tension rises to a level that seems unbearable, and then rises again. Marine snipers sit, as motionless as blue herons, for 30 minutes and stare with crazed intensity into the oversized scopes on their guns. If so much as a penumbra brushes across a windowsill, they open up.
With the troops' senses tuned to a high pitch, mundane events become extraordinary. During one bombing, a blue-and-yellow parakeet flew up to a roof of a captured building and fluttered about in tight circles before perching on a slumping power line, to the amazement of the marines assembled there.
On another occasion, the snipers tensed when they heard movement in the direction of a smoldering building. A cat sauntered out, unconcerned with anything but making its rounds in the neighborhood.
"Can I shoot it, sir?" a sniper asked an officer.
"Absolutely not," came the reply.
This day started at about 8 a.m., when the marines left the building where they had been sleeping and headed south toward Highway 10, which runs from east to west and roughly bisects the town. At the corner of Highway 10 and Thurthar, the street they were moving along, was a headquarters building for the Iraqi National Guard that had been taken over by insurgents.
Almost immediately, they came under fire from a sniper in the minaret of a mosque just south of them. Someone in a three-story residential building farther down the street also opened up. The marines made 50-yard dashes and dived for cover, but one of them was cut down, killed on the spot. It was unclear what direction the fatal bullet had come from.
"I don't know who it was," Lt. Steven Berch, leader of the fallen marine's platoon, said of the attacker, "but he was very well trained."
After two hours of bombardment, the sniper at that mosque ceased firing. But just around the corner at the famous blue-domed Khulafah Al Rashid mosque, another sniper was pinning down marines, and airstrikes were called in on it, too. The issue of striking at mosques is so sensitive in the Arab world that the American military later issued a statement saying that the strike on the Khulafah mosque was unavoidable and that precision munitions merely knocked down a minaret.
By noon, the marines had worked their way down to the national guard building, still taking fire from the sniper, or snipers, on the other side of Main Street. Inside was a sign in Arabic that said: "Long live the mujahedeen." Soon the marines had spray-painted another sign over it: "Long live the muj killers."
But for the next five hours, they could not kill whoever was running from window to window and firing at them from the other side of Main Street, despite the expenditure of enormous amounts of ammunition.
"We're not able to see the muzzle flashes," said Capt. Read Omohundro, the company commander. "As a result," he said, "we end up expending a lot of ammunition trying to get the snipers."
At one point, they thought that they had a bead on someone running back and forth between the two buildings. Then Capt. Christopher Spears exclaimed: "He's on a bike!"
And somehow, through a volley of gunfire, whoever it was got away.
At 5 p.m., the marines finally crossed Highway 10 and searched the smoking remains of the two buildings. At 5:30 p.m., a sniper opened up on them.
علق بعض لشباب فقال
ان شاء الله نحسب هذا القناص من الملائكه التي تقاتل مع المجاهدين
بس ياريت الانجليش يترجم