There was a big explosion a few minutes ago and now I can hear gunfire.
A US armoured vehicle has been parked on the street outside my house in the centre of the city.
From my window, I can see US soldiers moving around on foot near it.
They tried to go from house to house but they kept coming under fire.
Now they are firing back at the houses, at anything that moves. It is war on the streets.
The American troops look like they have given up trying to go into buildings for now and are just trying to control the main roads.
I am sitting here on my own, watching tragedy engulf my city.
Looks like Kabul"
Now on the other hand, some of our troops are into it:
"Prepare to copy that 89089226. Direction 202 degrees. Range 950 metres. I got five motherf****** in a building with weapons."
Capt Kirk Mayfield, commander of the Phantoms, called for fire from his task force's mortar team.
But Sgt Anyett didn't want to wait.
"Dude, give me the sniper rifle. I can take them out - I'm from Alabama."
Two minutes tick by. "They're moving deep," shouted Sgt Anyett with disappointment.
A dozen loud booms rattle the sky and smoke rose as mortars rained down on the co-ordinates the sergeant had given.
"Yeah," he yelled. "Battle Damage Assessment - nothing. Building's gone. I got my kills, I'm coming down. I just love my job."