Not really; it was just yet one more time Murphy decided to remind me of his hatred.
We had pulled up to block a "Y" intersection, while the convoy made a hard turn, and I had the ringmount 249 (behind an old-school chicken plate) oriented towards the front; essentially covering the rear and leapfrogging with the charley guntruck.
About half the convoy made the turn when it got engaged by haji taking potshots (on our six).
I brought up my ratty A2; mainly to keep the armor plate at my back, and the SAW wasn't a good thing to use blindly where we were, in a fairly busy part of Balad). I got off about a half dozen aimed shots, and it stopped extracting. Right about then my armor plate started taking hits, and I had to drop down to deal with the rifle.
Because of all the shit in the back of our HMMWV, cases of MREs, gear, water, ammo cans, etc, I didn't have any room to drive the rifle stock down on the deck, so I would've had to keep short stroking it. The problem was fucking filthy, dusty magazines & ammo that had been rattling around in there for months.
So I popped back up on the 249, all while whichever haji kicked things off kept tagging KBR trucks with a goddamn mosin or something. But whatever lit up the front of our truck needed more attention, and a few seconds later the convoy finally made it past, and we took off.
The whole time I expected to catch a round in the back, instead of being able to at least suppress the original "sniper", before then having to burn up my 249 barrel to keep the haji with the RPK down until we could keep moving.
Good times.