Well, in the view of most Navy SEALs, the public does not have that right to know, not if it means placing our lives in unnecessary peril.
You can’t kill bad guys all day long because others will take their place.
We aren’t heroes out there in the military. We’re just Patriots.
There’s nothing heroic about suicide bombers. They’re mostly just dumb, brainwashed kids, stoned out of their minds.
With 300 Marines you could probably take over Iraq if you wanted to and get rid of ISIS completely.
And if the liberal media and political community cannot accept that sometimes the wrong people get killed in war, then I can only suggest they first grow up and then serve a short stint up in the Hindu Kush.
I spend most of my time at the ranch with my family, and enjoy life – watch the sun come up, watch it go down, thank God for another day, and just be happy.
The SEALs place a premium on brute strength, but there’s an even bigger premium on speed. That’s speed through the water, speed over the ground, and speed of thought. There’s no prizes for gleaming a set of well-oiled muscles in Coronado. Bulk just makes you slow, especially in soft sand, and that’s what we had to tackle every day of our lives, mile after mile.
We were sent to Afghanistan to carry out hugely dangerous missions. But we were also told that we could not shoot that camel drover before he blew up all of us, because he might be an unarmed civilian just taking his dynamite for a walk.
Ernest Hemingway once wrote that “There is no hunting like the hunting of man and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never really care for anything else thereafter.” Let.
Look at me, right now in my story. Helpless, tortured, shot, blown up, my best buddies all dead, and all because we were afraid of the liberals back home, afraid to do what was necessary to save our own lives. Afraid of American civilian lawyers. I have only one piece of advice for what it’s worth: if you don’t want to get into a war where things go wrong, where the wrong people sometimes get killed, where innocent people sometimes have to die, then stay the hell out of it in the first place.
If you spend time around people who are weak or always feel sorry for themselves, it’s bound to rub off on you.
You don’t get people to follow you by demanding it with your words. You do it by commanding it with your example.
1. Consider all weapons to be loaded at all times. 2. Never point a weapon at anything you do not want to put a bullet through. 3. Never put your finger on the trigger unless you want to shoot. 4. Know your target and what’s behind it.
Because in the end, your enemy must ultimately fear you, understand your supremacy.
And a short nod of respect is in order, because it’s harder to become a Navy SEAL than it is to get into Harvard Law School. Different, but harder.
The truth is, any government that thinks war is somehow fair and subject to rules like a baseball game probably should not get into one.
Every Navy SEAL is supremely confident, because we’re indoctrinated with a belief in victory at all costs; a conviction that no earthly force can withstand our thunderous assault on the battlefield. We’re invincible, right? Unstoppable. That’s what I believed to the depths of my spirit on the day they pinned the Trident on my chest. I still believe it. And I always will.
This thing is not going to last forever, and the flaming ferris wheel will continue to spin without you.
It’s people who focus on the positive that will come out on top.