Back in my previous existence as an artillery officer, I participated in the war for a little while. Our main job—my Marines and I—was to provide counter-fire support for units in and around the city of Fallujah, Iraq. Basically, whenever our guys started taking rocket and/or mortar fire, radar would track the source of those rounds and send us their point of origin as a target. Then we would shoot at it. Simple. Kind of.
By the time I got to Fallujah, all the dumb bad guys had been selected out of the gene pool; the ones who were left knew that what they were doing was extremely risky, and they took steps to minimize that risk. They tried their best to make every opportunity count, and our goal was to make it just as costly as possible for them to shoot at us. It was a deadly serious game-theoretical problem for both sides. A game measured in seconds.