Our humvees pass by a body of a man in the center of the street. There is a hole through his left eye socket where a Marine sniper round passed cleanly through. Insurgent snipers begin firing in front of the Marines. One round pierces the Kevlar helmet a twenty-year-old Mark 19 gunner -- in my vehicle. He is badly wounded. He's put in a canvas stretcher and six Marines run through the streets carrying him to a waiting military ambulance. The Marines know they are being hunted. Boxed from the east and the west in a treacherous kill zone by an enemy they can feel -- but can't see. Their superior firepower is checked by the insurgent's knowledge of the city -- their cunning in using blind alleyways and the crooks and crannies of buildings to pick off the Marines. Kevin Sites checks in from the front lines of the Battle of Fallujah. You can almost smell the gunpowder, as you sit safely behind your monitor. Semper fidelis! Kevin Sites Blog: Fallujah Street by Street | 
