Two Chris Kyle Stories You Won't See in 'American Sniper'

Tara Kyle, widow of 'American Sniper' Chris Kyle, speaks in Indiana.
U.S. Army Maj. Gen. Courtney P. Carr, adjutant general, Indiana National Guard, and Taya Kyle, widow of late U.S. Navy Seal sniper Chris Kyle, speak at the Indiana Theater, Terre Haute, Indiana, April 12, 2018. (Staff Sgt. Lonnie Wiram/U.S. Air National Guard)

The movie "American Sniper," based on former Navy SEAL Chris Kyle's book of the same name, omits two incredible episodes from his life. I'd like to share these stories with you now in order to show another side of Kyle and to respond to some of the ongoing commentary about him.

First, some background: Kyle is one of the nine heroes profiled in my book "Valor: Unsung Heroes from Iraq, Afghanistan, and the Home Front," which tells true stories of heroism by American troops.

I interviewed Kyle when he was relatively unknown. Later, when he wrote his own book, Kyle told me that he largely omitted these episodes from his memoir, because he didn't want to leave me hanging. That alone says a lot about his character.

As we worked together on his chapter, I spent a bit of time with Kyle. Our interviews stretched over eight hours during one of his tours in Baghdad. We exchanged numerous emails to resolve outstanding issues and refine the text. Over that time, I caught glimpses into his mindset.

And it rocked my world.

Selfless Defender

His dedication to his fellow American troops was intense and overpowering. On several well-documented occasions, he deliberately put his life in grave danger to save other Americans. Protecting American lives, he told me, was his driving force.

So, when I heard some negative backlash about Kyle -- calling him "a hate-filled killer," "coward," or "mass-murdering [sic] sniper" -- I had to share my experience.

First, Kyle was a hate-filled killer. But not "a racist who took pleasure in dehumanizing and killing brown people," as one writer suggested in a British periodical.

That's not fair to him. Not at all.

In our interviews, Kyle certainly conveyed that he hated the insurgents, the Islamic fundamentalist militants against whom they were fighting, and that he was proud of killing many of them. There was no secret about that. He called them "savages" and spoke of them with unmistakable disdain. "They were complete dumbasses," he said to me. "Just idiots with guns."

When Kyle appeared on Bill O'Reilly's show in 2012, he said: "I'm killing [the insurgents] to protect my fellow Americans." When O'Reilly insisted that Kyle liked it, he responded, "It's not a problem taking out people that want your people dead. ... That's not a problem at all."

Forgive me, but that doesn't seem terribly damning in my view. Heck, I freely admit that I hate terrorists, too.

But Kyle never expressed to me any comparable views about Iraqi civilians. It was all about the terrorists who were beheading and torturing civilians (Iraqis and westerners alike).

No, the Kyle I knew was motivated by something far more noble -- defending innocent civilians and his American brethren. In fact, later in his 2012 interview with O'Reilly, the host asked whether he had any regrets, and Kyle said, "Yes -- it's the people I couldn't save." O'Reilly pushed him, saying: "The Americans you couldn't save? The allied forces?"

Kyle's response was telling: "The Americans, the local Iraqis, anyone who I witnessed violence coming down on them and I could not save them." That flies directly in the face of the bogus "racist" claim.

Heavy Contact and Saving the Injured

Two incidents during the Second Battle of Fallujah in November 2004 illustrate this selflessness, this willingness to put himself in grave danger for his comrades. I feel compelled to tell these stories because they reveal Kyle's dedication to saving lives, not just taking them.

The first episode occurred in early November 2004. It was during an overwatch mission, in which Kyle was providing rooftop cover for Marines clearing buildings below. The Marines encountered a group of enemy fighters, and "heavy contact" erupted. The enemy fell back and barricaded themselves into a house. The Marines were left exposed in the street.

Kyle and another SEAL sniper realized they were no longer effective from the rooftop, so they flew down the stairs to support the Marines. By this time, the Marines had barricaded themselves in a building across the street from the insurgents' house.

But two Marines had been shot and lay in the road, writhing in pain.

Kyle couldn't bear to see the Marines struggling helplessly in the street. "When you see an injured man, you do whatever you can to save him," he told me. As a Navy SEAL amongst a group of "young, 18-year-old kids" barely out of basic training, Kyle felt he had a special obligation. "It's beaten into your head throughout your training: 'You're the better, more effective warrior.'" That meant he had to get those Marines, no matter what.

Kyle and the other SEAL darted out into the street to the injured men, sprinting 20 yards into a torrent of gunfire. "You can hear the snaps. You know they're close," he said. "You just block it out."

Kyle scurried in front of the enemy's hideout and grabbed one of the injured Marines. The man was screaming in pain from gunshots to one arm and both legs, and worse, a devastating gut shot that somehow had slid below his body armor. With bullets filling the air, Kyle began to drag him toward safety.

Kyle focused on the man he was trying to save, doing his best to block out the rounds that danced at his feet and zipped by his head. "During the heat of it, you're not thinking about it. You know you could get hit at any moment, and they'll put another belly button in [your] forehead, ... but you just put your head down and go do it."

Kyle tugged, dragged and pulled the wounded man until they both fell backward into the alley, finally shielded from the guerillas' fire. He felt the Marine's blood all over his hands. He heard the man's anguished screams, "Don't tell my mom that I died screaming like this!" The screaming continued for a few more agonizing moments.

And then it stopped.

Kyle remembered those moments in excruciating detail. "I never met this kid before," he said bitterly, "and he wanted me to tell his mother how he died." Four years later, during our interviews, Kyle still couldn't shake the fact that he failed to save that kid's life.

Covering Fire and Refusing to Quit

The second story occurred just a few days later. Kyle was once again on overwatch in Fallujah, providing support from rooftops while Marines moved from house to house to clear large swaths of the city.

As the Marines plodded along, he heard enemy gunfire. He scrambled down to locate the shooters.

Kyle stumbled upon a Marine unit clustered at the end of an alley. They told him that a small group of Marines were barricaded in a house about 50 yards away at the end of the passage, and that a number of guerillas were in the house across from them, pinging away at the trapped Americans.

Kyle could see that every time the Marines moved -- even just to peek out the window -- a barrage of enemy gunfire erupted. They hopelessly were trapped. If they had tried to escape down the alley, they would have been gunned down.

Kyle knew he had to act. "Seeing those guys getting shot up, it would chew me up inside to know that I sat back in safety and didn't help them," he told me.

"I would rather die helping those guys out than have a coward's conscience the rest of my life," he said.

So Kyle ran down the alley. It was a broad passageway, 10 or 15 yards wide. The ground was paved and the walls were dense, made of stone or cement with stucco-like coating.

Kyle's plan was to go down the alley and provide suppressive fire, allowing the Marines to escape back to the top of the alley. That meant he would have to go directly in front of the enemy compound, effectively running into the middle of a firing range during target practice.

As he proceeded, insurgents started firing at him. Kyle fired back, trying to keep the heat off the trapped Marines. He ran out of ammunition and had to reload. Twice.

He finally arrived at the house. Facing the insurgent property and maintaining suppressive fire in that direction, he back-kicked the door to the Marines' house and shouted (in less than diplomatic terms) that they should vacate the area immediately.

The Marines scurried away, and Kyle prepared to follow them. As he started to move, he saw an injured Marine with multiple shots to his legs. He couldn't move. Kyle thought back to the man who had died in his arms a few days earlier and knew what he had to do. "I had to grab my guy," he told me, "and get the hell outta there."

Kyle ran to the injured Marine and grabbed him with his left hand. His right hand held the pistol grip of the sniper rifle, which he'd wedged between his chest and his left arm so that he could continue to shoot at the enemy and give himself a modicum of cover. In this contorted position, Kyle began to pull the injured Marine back up the alley.

They managed to pass the insurgent safe-house without getting hit. Then, halfway down the alley, Kyle heard the enemy fighters emerging. If they entered the alley, they would be right behind Kyle and the injured Marine.

His rifle was empty, and he had no more magazines. There was only one thing to do: sling his rifle on his back, grab the wounded man with both hands and "haul ass." As he dragged the man, the insurgents chased them and "got off a few rounds." Kyle felt bullets flying past and was sure he was going to get hit.

"I could see shrapnel coming off the wall," he told me. "Oh, yeah, I thought I was going to die." He was nearing the breaking point. "I was suckin' wind. My legs were burnin'. I thought I was going to puke. I felt like quitting," he said. "I felt like stopping and saying, 'F__ it. You win. You got me.'"

But he did not stop. "The inner drive just won't let you give up," he told me. Somehow, some way, he just kept running, kept lugging the injured man, kept dodging bullets.

Now, the clustered Marines began firing back at the guerillas. For a few nerve-racking seconds, Kyle was caught in a crossfire. Eventually, the Marines' firepower forced the insurgents back to their compound.

Kyle pulled the injured man the rest of the way. He survived.

Kyle literally saved his life.

So when I hear people (who never met Kyle) call him a mass murderer or a coward or a hate-filled killer, I can't help but think about those incidents in Fallujah, in which he willingly put himself in grave danger trying to save lives. That's the Chris Kyle I knew.

Mark Lee Greenblatt is the author of "Valor: Unsung Heroes from Iraq, Afghanistan, and the Home Front" (Taylor Trade, 2014), which is available on Amazon and at Barnes & Noble and independent bookstores across the country. Mark has been appeared on NBC, CBS, MSNBC, Fox News Radio, CSPAN-Book TV, Wall Street Journal TV,, and dozens of other media outlets.

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