In 1970, the U.S. Navy set up a Navy Jr. ROTC unit at Box
Elder High. I joined. Both the “Navy Men” who worked with us were
wonderful. Commander Michaels, an Annapolis
graduate who had been to the South Poll, and Chief Petty Officer Bassett, a
Navy SEAL. If I had had any idea of what
these men had been through, I am sure I would have been overwhelmed.
This book is full of inspiration, wisdom, and heartache. Marcus Luttrell knows first-hand the truth concerning
America’s challenges and failures in Afghanistan and Iraq. He can tell, based on empirical evidence and sense
experience, what it is to become a hero warrior, and the challenges they face
for America.
Below I have selected some quotes that carry some of the key
points he presents. Mr. Luttrell gives
valuable advice on how to succeed at difficult thing, and shows us the quality
of those who become SEALS. Also, please
note the terrible impact of politics and the media on America and the
world. Mr. Luttrell also clearly
explains what it means to lose a war – and why we are losing two.
1. On the sorrow of the
families who have loss: There would be the familiar devastated sadness the kind of pain that
wells up when young men are cut down in their prime. The same hollow feeling in each of the
homes. The same uncontrollable
tears. The same feeling of desolation,
of brave people trying to be brave, lives which had uniformly been shot to
pieces. Inconsolable. Sorrowful. pp. 3-4
2. Marcus Luttrell’s description of the SEALs: ““In times of uncertainty there is a
special breed of warrior ready to answer our Nation’s call; a common man with
uncommon desire to succeed. Forged by
adversity, he stands alongside America’s finest special operations forces to
serve his country and the American people, And to protect their way of
life. I am that man”
My name is Marcus. Marcus Luttrell. I’m a United States Navy SEAL, Team Leader,
SDV Team 1, Alfa Platoon. Like every
other SEAL, I’m trained in weapons, demolition, and unarmed combat. I’m a sniper, and I’m the platoon medic. But most of all, I’m an American. And when the bell sounds. I will come out
fighting for my country and for my teammates.
If necessary, to the death. pp. 6-7
3. The SEAL thing: “It’s a SEAL thing, our unspoken invincibility, the silent code of the
elite warriors of the U. S. Armed Forces.
Big, fast, highly trained guys armed to the teeth, exert in unarmed
combat, so stealthy no one ever hears us coming. SEALs are master of strategy, professional
marksmen with rifles, artists with the machine guns, and, if necessary, pretty
handy with knives. In general terms, we
believe there are very few of the world’s problems we could not solve with high
explosive or a well-aimed bullet.” p. 9
4. Essential equipment: “We loaded and stowed our essential
equipment” heavy weapons (machine guns), M4 rifles, SIG-Sauer 9mm pistols,
pigstickers (combat knives), ammunition belts, grenades, medical and
communication gear.” p. 11
5. Who and Why: “That’s the way of our brotherhood.
It’s a strictly American brotherhood, mostly forged in blood. Hard-won, unbreakable. Built on a shared patriotism, shared courage,
and shared trust in one another. There
is no fighting force in the world quite like us. . . headed out to do God’s
work on behalf of the U. S. government and our commander in chief, President
George W. Bush.” p. 12
6. From the official philosophy of the U.S Navy SEAL: “The execution of my duties will be swift and violent when
required, yet guided by the very principles I serve to defend.” p. 15
7. Why the enemy must fear: Because in the end, your enemy must
ultimately fear you, understand your supremacy.” p. 28
8. On Iraq’s WMDs: “Did Saddam actually own the
completed article, a finely tuned atomic bomb or missile? Probably not.
No one ever thought he did. But
as former defense secretary Donald Rumsfeld once remarked, “What do you want to
do? Leave him there till he does?”
You may remember the CIA believed
they had uncovered critical evidence from the satellite pictures of those enormous
government trucks rolling along Iraq’s highways: four of them, usual in convoy,
and all big enough to house two centrifuges.”
9. Saddam’s link to al Qaeda: “I also say the al Qaeda training
camp north of Baghdad. That had been
abandoned, but it was stark evidence of the strong links between the Iraqi
dictator and Osama bin Laden’s would be warriors.” p. 35
10. The threat from U. S. Liberals and the rules of engagement: “. . . I was more acutely aware of the growing problem which
faces U. S. forces on active duty in theaters of war all over the world. For me, it began in Iraq, the first
murmurings from the liberal part of the U.S. A. that we were somehow in the
wrong, brutal killers, bullying other countries; that we who put our lives on
the line for our nation at the behest of our government should somehow be
charged with murder for shooting our enemy.
It’s been an insidious progression,
the criticisms of the U. S. Armed Forces from politicians and from the liberal
media, which knows nothing of combat, nothing of our training, and nothing of
the mortal dangers we face out there on the front line. Each of the six of us in that aircraft en route
to Afghanistan had constantly in the back of our minds the ever-intrusive rules
of engagement.” pp. 36-37
11. On the Rules of Engagement, ROE:
“That
situation might look simple in Washington, where the human rights of terrorists
are often given high priority. And I am
certain liberal politicians would defend their position to the death. Because
everyone know liberals have never been wrong about anything. You can ask
them. Anytime.
However, for the standpoint of the U.
S, combat solider, Ranger, SEAL, Green Beret, or whatever, those ROE represent
a very serious conundrum. We understand
we must obey them because they happen to come under the laws of the country we
are sworn to serve. But they represent a
danger to us; they undermine our confidence on the battlefield in the fight
against world terror. Worse yet, they
make us concerned, disheartened, and sometime hesitant.
I can say from firsthand experience
that those rules of engagement cost the lives of three of the finest U.S. Navy
SEALs who have ever served. I’m not
saying that, given the serious situation, those elite American warriors might
not have died a little later, but they would not have died right then, and in
my view would almost certainly have been alive today.
I am hopeful that one day soon, the
U. S. government will learn that we can be trusted. We know about bad guys, what they do, and,
often, who they are. The politicians have
chosen to send us into battle, and that’s our trade. We do what’s necessary, and in my view, once
those politicians have elected to send us out to do what 99.9 percent of the
country would be terrified to undertake, they should get the hell out of the
way and stay there.
The entire business of modern war
crimes, as identified by the liberal wings of politics and the media, began in
Iraq and has been running downhill ever since.
Everyone’s got to have his little hands in it, blathering on about the
public’s right to know.
Well, in the view of most Navy SEALs,
the public does not have the right to know, not if it means placing our lives
in unnecessary peril because someone in Washington is driving himself mad
worrying about the human rights of some cold-hearted terrorist fanatic who
would kill us as soon as look us, as well as any other American at whom he
could point that wonky old AK of his.
If the public insists it has the
right to know, which I very much doubt, perhaps the people should go and face
for themselves armed terrorists hell-bent on killing every single American they
can.” pp. 37-38
12. How the enemy uses the ROE against our troops:
“I promise you, every insurgent, freedom fighter, and stray gunman in
Iraq who we arrested knew the ropes, knew that the way out was to announce he
had been tortured by the Americans, ill-treated, or prevented from reading the
Koran or eating his breakfast or watching the television. They all knew al-Jazeera, the Arab
broadcaster, would pick it up, and it would be relayed to the U.S.A., where the
liberal media would joyfully accuse all of us of being murderers or barbarians
or something. Those terrorist
organizations laugh at the U.S. media, and they know exactly how to use the
system against us.
I realize I am not being specific,
and I have no intention of being so. But
these broad brushstrokes are designed to show that the rules of engagement are
a clear and present danger, frightening young soldiers, who have been placed in
harm’s way by their government, into believing they may be charged with murder
if they defend themselves too vigorously.
I am not a political person, and as a
Navy SEAL I am sworn to defend my country and carry out the wishes of my
commander in chief, the president of the United States, whoever he may be,
Republican or Democrat. I am a patriot;
I fight for the U.S.A. and for my home state of Texas. I simply do not want to see some of the best
young men in the country hesitating to join the elite branches of the U.S.
Armed Services because they’re afraid they might be accused of war crimes by
their own side, just for attacking the enemy.”
p. 39
13. Strength must be earned: “But deep down I knew there was
something more required to make it into the world’s top combat teams. And that was a level of fitness and strength
that could only be attained by those who actively sought it. Nothing just
happens. You always have to
strive.” p. 53
14. Facing hard work - Billy Shelton – teacher:
“Morgan and I were terrified of him [Billy Shelton]. I used to have
nightmares when we were due to report to him the next morning, because he drove
us without mercy, never mind our extreme youth.
We were in a class of maybe a dozen guys, all mid-teens.
“I’m gonna break you down, mentally
and physically,” he yelled at us. “Break
you down, hear me? Then I’m gonna build
you right back up, as one fighting unit – so your mind and body are one. Understand me? I’m gonna put you through more pain than
you’ve ever been in.”
Right about then, half the class ran
for their lives rather than face this bulldog, this ex-Texas Tech tailback who
could run like a Mac truck going downhill.
He had the support of the local high school, which allowed him to use
their gym free of charge to train future special forces from our part of the
world.
“I’m not your friend,” he’d
shout. “Not right here in this gym. I’m
here to get you right—fit, trained, and ready for the SEALs, or the Berets, of
the Rangers. I’m not getting one dime
from anyone to do this. And that’s why
you’re gonna do it right, just so you don’t waste my time.
“Because if any one of you fails to
make the grade in the special forces, it will not be because you were too
weak. Because that would mean I’d failed,
and I’m gonna make sure that cannot happen, because right here, failure’s not
an option. I’m gonna get you right. All of you. Understand?”
He’d take us on twelve-mile runs,
hauling the concrete blocks till we nearly collapsed. Guys would have blood on the backs of their
heads form the chafing. And he never
took his eyes off us, never tolerated idleness or lack of concentration. He just made us grind it out, taking it to
the limit. Every time.
That’s what built my strength, gave
me my basis. That’s how I learned the
fitness creed of the SEALs. Billy was
extremely proud of that; proud to pass on his knowledge.” pp. 56-57
15. The Taliban and their tactics:
“A few weeks
earlier, in February, the Taliban flatly announced they were increasing their
attacks on the government as soon as the weather improved. And from then on they launched a series of
drive-by shootings and bombings, usually directed at local officials and
pro-government clergy. In the south and
over to the east, they started ambushing American soldiers.
It’s a strange word, Taliban.
Everyone’s heard it, like insurgent,
Sunni, ayatollah, or Taiwan. But what does Taliban really stand for? I’ve suffered with them, what you might
describe as close encounters of the most god-awful type. And I’ve done a lot of reading. The facts fit the reality. Those guys are evil, murderous religious
fanatics, each one of them with an AK-47 and blood-lust. You can trust me on that one.
The Taliban have been in prominence
since 1994. Their original leader was a
village clergyman named Mullah Mohammad Omar, a tough guy who lost his right
eye fighting the occupying forces of the Soviet Union in the 1980s. By the mid-‘90s, the Taliban prime targets in
Afghanistan – before I showed up – were the feuding warlords who (a) formed the
mujahideen and (b) threw the Soviets out of the country.
The Taliban made two major promises
which they would carry out once in power: to restore peace and security, and to
enforce sharia, or Islamic law. Afghans,
weary of the mujahideen’s excesses and infighting, welcomed the Taliban, which
enjoyed much early success, stamping out corruption, curbing lawlessness, and
making the roads safe for commerce to flourish.
This applied to all areas that came under their control.
. . . Once in power, however, the
Taliban showed their true colors. They
set up one of the most authoritarian administrations on earth, one that
tolerated no opposition to their hard-line policies. Ancient Islamic punishments, like public
executions for convicted murderers and amputations at the wrist for those
charged with theft, were immediately introduced. I cannot even think about the penalty a
rapist or an adulterer might anticipate.
Television music, sports, and cinema
we banned, judged by the Taliban leaders to be frivolities. Girls age ten and above were forbidden to go
to school; working women were ordered to stay at home. Men were required to grow beards, women had
to wear the burka. These religious
policies earned universal notoriety as the Taliban strived to restore the
Middle Ages in a nation longing to join the twenty-first century. Their policies concerning human rights were
outrageous and brought them into direct conflict with the international
community.
But there was another issue, which would
bring about their destruction. And that
was their role in playing host to Osama bin Laden and his al Qaeda
movement.” pp. 61-63
16. On Clinton’s dealing with the Taliban:
“In August 1998 Islamic fanatics bombed the U.S. embassies in Kenya and
Tanzania, killing more than 225 people.
Washington immediately presented the Taliban leaders with a difficult
choice – either expel bin Laden, who ws held responsible for the bombings by
the U.S. government, or face the consequences.
The Taliban flatly refused to hand
over their Saudi-born guest, who was providing them with heavy funding. President Bill Clinton ordered a missile
attack on the main bin Laden training camp in southern Afghanistan, which
failed to kill its leader. Then in 1999
the United States persuaded the U.N. Security Council to impose sanctions on
Taliban-ruled Afghanistan. Two years
later, even harsher sanctions were put in place in another attempt to force the
Taliban to hand over bin Laden.
Nothing worked. Not sanctions nor the denial of Afghanistan’s
U.N. seat. The Taliban were still in
power, and they were still hiding Osama bin Laden, but their isolation,
political and diplomatic, was becoming total.
But the Taliban would not budge. They took their isolation as a badge of honor
and decided to go whole hog with an even more fundamentalist regime. The poor Afghan people realized what they had
done: handed over the entire country to a group of bearded lunatics who were
trying to inflict upon them nothing but stark human misery and who controlled
every move they made under their brutal, repressive, draconian rule. The Taliban were so busy trying to enslave
the citizens, they forgot about the necessity for food, and there was mass
starvation. On million Afghans fled the
country as refugees.” pp. 63-64
17. The destruction of the Bamiyan Buddhas: “All this was understood by the West. Almost. But it took horrific shock, delivered
in March 2001, to cause genuine international outrage. That was when the Taliban blasted sky-high the
two monumental sixth-century statues of the Bamiyan Buddhas, one of them 180
feet high, the other 120 feet, carved out of a mountain in central Afghanistan,
143 miles northwest of Kabul. This was
tantamount to blowing up the Pyramids of Giza.
. . . The Taliban effectively told
the whole lot of them to shove it. Whose
statues were they, anyway? Besides, they
were planning to destroy all the statues in Afghanistan, on grounds they were
un-Islamic.
The Bamiyan Buddhas were destroyed in accordance with sharia law. Only Allah the Almighty deserves to be
worshipped, not anyone or anything else. Wraps that up then,
right? Praise Allah and pass the high
explosive.” Pp. 64-65
18. 9/11, the Taliban, and George W. Bush: “The blasting of the Buddhas firmed
up world opinion that something had to be done about Afghanistan’s rulers. But it took another explosion to provoke
savage action against them. That took
place on September 11, the same year, and was the beginning of the end for the
Taliban and bin Laden’s al Qaeda.
Before the dust had settled on lower
Manhattan, the United States demanded the Taliban hand over bin Laden for
master minding the attack on U.S. soil.
Again the Taliban refused, perhaps not realizing that the new(ish) U.S.
president, George W. Bush, was a very different character from Bill
Clinton.” p. 65
19. The Pashtuns – Tribalism: “The Pashtuns were
the tribe who refused to buckle under to the army of the Soviet Union. They just kept fighting. In the nineteenth century, they fought the
British to the verge of surrender and then drove them back into Pakistan. Three hundred years before that, they wiped
out the army of Akbar the Great, the most fearsome of India’s Mogul rulers.
. . . The concept of tribal heritage
is very rigid. It involves blood-lines,
amazing lineages that stretch back through the centuries, generation after
generation. You can’t join a tribe in
the way you can become an American citizen.
Tribes don’t hand out green cards or passports. You either are, or you aren’t.
20. The blood feud: “And killing throws the whole system
into confusion, because death must be avenged; killers and their families are
under permanent threat. Which puts a big
air brake on violence. According to the
learned Charles Lindhorn, a professor of anthropology at Boston University,
homicide rates among the Pashtun tribes are way lower than homicide rates in
urban areas of the United States.” p. 71
21. Taliban/Pashtun attitudes toward women:
“The Taliban creed comes right out of the Pashtun handbook: women are
the wombs of patrilineage, the fountainheads of tribal honor and
continuity. Their security and chaste
way of life is the only guarantee of the purity of the lineage. This seclusion of women is known as purdah,
and it is designed to keep women concealed, maintaining the household and it
give them a high sense of honor.
Purdah represents the status of
belonging. A woman’s husband can go
fight the invaders while she controls the household, enjoying the love and
respect of her sons, expecting one day to rule as matriarch over her
daughters-in-law and their children.
That’s the basis of the Taliban view of women. And I guess it works fine up in the Hindu
Kush, but it might not go over too well in downtown Houston.”
22. Hospitality (lokhay warkawal): Their tradition of generous hospitality, perhaps their finest
virtue, includes the concept of lokhay
warkawal. It means “giving of a
pot.” It implies protection for an
individual, particularly in a situation where the tribe might be weaker than
its enemies. When a tribe accepts lokhay, it undertakes to safeguard and
protect that individual from an enemy at all costs.
I, perhaps above all other Western
visitors, have reason to be eternally grateful for it.” p. 72
23. Navy motto: “Honor,
Courage, Commitment, the motto of the United States Navy, the core values
that immediately become the ideals we all lived by. p. 78
24. On the pride of finishing boot camp:
“There’s something about graduating from boot camp; I guess it’s mostly
pride in yourself. But you also know a
lot of people couldn’t have done it.
Makes you feel pretty good.” pp.
79-80
25. Buddy system: “This is also where you first
understand the concept of a swim buddy, which in SEAL ethos [fundamental and
distinctive character] is an absolutely gigantic deal. You work with your buddy as a team. You never separate, not even to go to the
john. In IBS (that stands for
“inflatable boat, small”) training, if one of you falls over the side into the
freezing ocean, the other joins him.
Immediately. In the pool, you are
never more than an arm’s length away.
Later on, in the BUD/S course proper, you can be failed out of hand,
thrown out, for not staying close enough to your swim buddy.” p. 81
26. No one left behind: “This all come back to the ironclad
SEAL folklore—we never leave a man behind on the battlefield, dead or
alive. No man is ever alone. Whatever
the risk to the living, however deadly the opposing fire, SEAKs will fight
through the jaws of death to recover the remains of a fallen comrade.” p. 81
27. Allowing failure strengthens
those who do not fail: “Those instructors have watched men
drop, watched them fail, watched them quit, and watched them quietly, with
ice-cold, expressionless faces. That’s
not heartless; it’s because they were only interested in the others, the ones
who did not crack or quit. The ones who
would rather die than quit. The ones
with no quit in them.” p. 82
28. On taking notes: “. . . he [Instructor Reno] wanted to
talk to us briefly and we better pay attention. “Better yet, take notes.”
I was into my zipper bag instantly,
getting hold of a dry notebook and a couple of pencils, the lesson of Billy
Shelton [Marcus Luttrell’s boyhood coach] ringing in my ears; even an aside,
even a suggestion, do it.
I looked around the room, and a few
others were doing the same as I was, but not everyone, by no means everyone.
Some of them just sat there gazing at Instructor Reno, who suddenly said,
mildly, “how many of you have pencil and paper?”
I stuck my hand up, along with the
other guys who had them. And suddenly
there was a look like a storm cloud on Reno’s face.
“Drop!
All of you!” he bellowed. And there was an unbelievable commotion as
chairs were scraped back and we all hit the floor in the straight-arm rest
position. “Push ‘em out!” he
snapped. And we made the twenty then
were left in the rest position.
He stared at us and said,
“Listen. You were told to have a pencil
and paper with you at all times. So why don’t you? Why the hell don’t you!”
The room went stone silent. Reno glared.
And since I was not able to write while I was prostrate on the floor
supporting myself with the palms of my hands, I can’t say verbatim the exact
words he said, but I bet I can come damn close.
“This is a school for warriors, understand? This is the most serious business there
is. And if you don’t want to do it, then
get the hell out right now.” p. 90
29. Abdominal Muscles: “The instructors were
consumed with abdominal strength, the reasons for which are now obvious: the
abdomen is the bedrock of a warrior’s strength for climbing rocks and ropes,
rowing, lifting, swimming, fighting, and running.” p. 96
30. Peace through strength – The Roman strategist Flavius Vegetius
Renatus: “There’s no such thing as peace in
Coronado. The place is a living,
breathing testimony to the Roman strategist who first told the world, “Let him
who desires peace prepare for war” (that’s translated from the Latin Qui desederat pacem, praepart bellum—Flavius
Vegetius Renatus, fourth century). . . .
That old Roman knew a thing or two. His
military treatise De Rei Militari was
the bible of European warfare for more than 1,200 years, and it still applies
in Coronado, stressing constant drilling, training, and sever discipline. He advised the Roman commanders to gather intelligence
assiduously, use the terrain, and then drive the legionnaires forward to
encircle their objective. That’s more or
less how we operate in overseas deployment against terrorists today. Hooyah,
Flavius Vegetius. p. 101
31. Winners and losers: “And then, only then, did Chief
Taylor release them, and I remember, vividly, him yelling out to them that we,
dry and doing our push-ups up the beach, were winners, whereas they, the
slowpokes, were losers! Then he told them they better start taking
this seriously or they would be out of here.
“Those guys up there, taking it easy, they paid the full price,” he
yelled. “Right up front. You did not.
You failed. And for guys like you
there’s a bigger price to pay, understand me?”
p. 117
33. The real battle is in the mind:
“He [Chief
Nielsen] closed by telling us the real battle is won in the mind. It’s won by guys who understand their areas
of weakness, who sit and think about it, plotting and planning to improve. Attending to the detail. Work on their weaknesses and overcome them. Because they can.
“Your reputation is built right here
in first phase. And you don’t want
people to think you’re a guy who does just enough to scrap through. You want people to understand you always try
to excel, to be better, to be completely reliable, always giving it your best
shot. That’s the way we do business
here.” p. 123
32. Winners and losers 2: “That line of lonely hard hats
[belonging to those who had quit] was a stark reminder not only of what this
place could do to a man but also of the special private glory it could bestow
on those who would not give in. It drove
me onward. Every time I looked at that
line, I gritted my teeth and put some extra purpose into my stride. I still felt the same as I had on my first
day. I’d rather die than
surrender.” P. 126
33. Never quit: “I later learned that when a man quits and is given another
chance and takes it. He never makes it
through. . .
I guess that element of doubt forever
pollutes his mind. And puffing,
sweating, and steaming down there on the beach on the first night of Hel Week,
I understood it.
I understood it, because that thought
could never have occurred to me. Not
while the sun still rises in the east.
All the pain in Coronado could not have inserted that poison into my
mind. I might have passed out, had a
heart attack, or been shot before a firing squad. But I never would have quit.” pp. 136-137
34. On “startup” fatigue: “They weren’t completing each task as
it came, living for the day. They had
allowed themselves to live in dread of the pain and anguish to come. And he’d [Captain Maguire] told us never to
do that, just to take it hour by hour and forget the future. Keep going until you’re secured.” p. 140
35. Gun safety: “First thing was safety. And we all had to learn by heart the four
critical rules;
1. Consider all weapons to be loaded
at all time.
2. Never point a weapon at anything
you do not want to put a bullet through.
3. Never pout you finger on the
trigger unless you want to shoot.
4. Know you target and what’s behind
it.” pp. 151-152
36. Only around thirty make it: “There were in fact only around
thirty left from the original 180 who had signed up on the long-ago first day n
Indoc.” p. 155
37. The goal of the Taliban: “. . . the
Taliban. Angry, resentful men,
regrouping all along the unmarked high border, preparing to take back the holy
Muslim country they believed the infidel Americans had stolen from them and then
presented to a new, elected government.”
p. 161
38. The Rules of Engagement ROE: “Our rules of engagement in
Afghanistan specified that we could not shoot, kill, or injure unarmed
civilians. But what about the unarmed
civilian who was a skilled spy for the illegal forces we were trying to remove?
What about an entire secret army, diverse, fragmented, and lethal, creeping
through the mountains in Afghanistan pretending
to be civilians? What about those
guys? How about the innocent-looking
camel drovers making their way through the mountain pass with enough high
explosive strapped to the backs of their beast to blow up Yankee Stadium? How about those guys?
We all knew that we’d chosen to do
what 999 American out of every thousand would not even think about doing. And we were taught we were necessary for the
security of our nation. 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.
And how about his buddy? The younger guy with a stick, running along
behind, prodding the freakin’ camels? How about him? How about if he can’t wait to scamper up
those mountain and find his brother and the rest of the Taliban hard men? The ones with the RPGs, waiting in the hidden
cave?
We wouldn’t hear him reveal our
position, and neither would the politicians who drafted those ROEs. And those men in suits won’t be on the
mountainside when the first grenade explodes among us and take off someone’s
leg, or head.
Should we have shot that little son
of a gun right off the bat, before he had a chance to run? Or was he just an unarmed civilian, doing no
harm to anyone? Just taking his TNT for
a walk right?
These terrorist/insurgents know the
rules as well as they did in Iraq.
They’re not their rules. They’re our rules, the rules of the Western
countries, the civilized side of the world.
And every terrorist knows how to manipulate them in their own favor. Otherwise the camel drovers would be carrying
guns.
But they don’t. Because they know we
are probably scared to shoot them, because we might get charged with murder,
which I actually know they consider to be on the hysterical side of
laughable.
39. On the media: “And if we did shoot a couple of
them, they would be on their cell phones with the speed of ten thousand
gigabytes, direct to the Arab television station al-Jazeera:
BRUTAL US TROOPS GUN DOWN
PEACE-LOVING AFGHAN FARMERS
US Military Promises SEALs
Will Be Charged
. . . The media in the United States of America would crucify
us. These days, they always do. Was there ever a greater uproar than the one
that broke out over Abu Ghraib? In the
bigger scheme of things, in the context of all the death and destruction that Muslim
extremists have visited upon this world, a bunch of Iraqi prisoners being
humiliated does not ring my personal alarm bell. And it would not ring yours either if you
ever saw firsthand what these guys are capable of. I mean, Jesus, they cut off people’s heads,
American heads, aid workers’ heads. They
think nothing of slaughtering thousands of people; they’ve stabbed and
mutilated young American soldiers, like something out of the Middle Ages . . . 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. They probably would not
serve.” pp. 169-179
40. War is not a game
and who’s going to win?: “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.
Because nothing’s fair in war, and occasionally the wrong people do get
killed . . . In the global war on
terror, we have rules, and our opponents use them against us. We try to be reasonable; they will stop at
nothing. They will stoop to any form of
base warfare: torturer, beheading, mutilation.
Attacks on innocent civilians, women and children, car bombs, suicide
bombers, anything the hell they can think of.
They’re right up there with the monsters of history.
And I ask myself, Who’s prepared to go furthest to win this
war? Answer: they are. They’ll willingly die to get their
enemy. They will take it to the limit,
any time, any place, whatever it takes.
And they don’t have rules of engagement.” p. 170
41. How the Rules of
Engagement and the Media effect our troops: “Thus we have
an extra element of fear and danger when we go into combat against the Taliban
or al Qaeda – the fear of our own, the fear of what our own navy judge advocate
general might rule against us, the fear of the American media and their
unfortunate effect on American politicians.
We all harbor fears about untrained, half-educated journalists who only
want a good story to justify their salaries and expense accounts. Don’t think it’s just me. We all detest them, partly for their lack of
judgment, mostly because of their ignorance and toe-curling opportunism. The first minute an armed conflict turns into
a media war, the news becomes someone’s opinion, not hard truths. When the media gets involved, in the United
States, that’s a war you’ve got a damned good chance of losing, because the
restrictions on us are immediately amplified, and that’s sensationally good
news for our enemy.” pp. 170-171
42. Afghanistan is still
a danger to U.S.: “Right here in this remote dust bowl was the
root of it all, the homeland of bin Laden’s fighters, the place where they
still plot and scheme to smash the United States. pp. 174-175
43. Show no fear:
“No SEAL would ever admit to being scared of anything. Even if we were, we would never say it.” p. 188
44. Why Axe voted for
death: “”We’re not murderers. No matter what we do. We’re on active duty behind enemy lines, sent
here by our senior commanders. We have a right to do everything we can to save
our own lives. The military decision is
obvious. To turn them loose would be
wrong.” p. 205
45. Why Marcus voted to let them go: “. . . I have another soul. My Christian soul. And it was crowding in on me. Something kept whispering in the back of my
mind, it would be wrong to execute these unarmed men in cold blood. And the idea of doing that and then covering
our tracks and slinking away like criminals, denying everything, would make it
more wrong.” p. 205
46. The “big” mistake: “I
just stood there. I looked again at
these sullen Afghan farmers. Not one of
them tried to say a word to us. They
didn’t need to. Their glowering stares
said plenty. We didn’t have rope to bind
them. Tying them up to give us more time
to establish new position wasn’t an option.
I looked Mikey right in the eye,
and I said, “We gotta let ‘em go.”
It was the stupidest, most
southern-fried, lame brained decision I ever made in my life. I must have been out of my mind. I had actually cast a vote which I knew could
sign our death warrant.” p. 206
47. Regrets: “Lined along
the top were between eighty and a hundred heavily armed Taliban warriors, each
one of them with an AK-47 pointing downward . . .
My heart dropped directly into my
stomach. And I cursed those _ _ _ _ ing
goatherds to hell, and myself for not executing them when every military
codebook every written had taught me otherwise.
Not to mention my own raging instincts, which had told me to go with Axe
and execute them. And let the liberals
go to hell in a mule cart, and take with them all of their _ _ _ _ ing
know-nothing rules of etiquette in war and human rights and whatever other
bullshit makes ‘em happy. You want to
change us with murder? Well _ _ _ _ ing
do it. But at least we’ll be alive to
answer it.” p. 211
48. The death of a hero – Lieutenant Michael Patrick Murphy: “And I turned to Mikey, who was obviously
badly hurt now. “Can you move, buddy?” I
asked him.
And he groped in his pocket for his
mobile phone, the one we had dared not use because it would betray our
position. And then Lieutenant Murphy
walked out into the open ground. He
walked until he was more or less in the center, gunfire all around him, and he
sat on a small rock and began punching in the numbers to HQ.
I could hear him talking. “My men are taking heavy fire . . . we’re
getting picked apart. My guys are dying
our here . . . we need help.”
And right then Mikey took a bullet
straight in the back. I saw the blood spurt
from his chest. He slumped forward,
dropping his phone and his rifle. But
then he braced himself, grabbed them both, sat upright again, and once more put
the phone to his ear.
I heard him speak again. “Roger that, sir. Thank you.”
The he stood up and staggered out to our bad position, the one guarding
our left, and Mikey just started fighting, firing at the enemy.” p. 237
49. Power of a song [“American Soldier”]: “I sang those words all night. I can’t tell you how much they meant to
me. I can tell you, it’s little things
like that, the words of a song, which can give you the strength to go on.” p. 264
50. Marcus’ struggle to survive:
“That’s when the Taliban sniper shot me.
I felt the sting of the bullet
ripping into the flesh high up at the back of my left thigh. Christ, that hurt. Really hurt.
And the impact of the AK bullet spun me around. Knocked me into a
complete backflip clean off the _ _ _ _ ing mountain. When I hit, I hit hard, but facedown, which I
guess didn’t do my busted nose a lot of good and opened up the gash on my
forehead.
. . . I couldn’t get down those
steep slopes on all fours, not having been born a freaking’ snow leopard.
So every time I reached one of
those small precipices, I just threw myself straight off and hoped for a
reasonable landing. I did a lot of
rolling, and it was a long, bumpy, and painful ride. But it beat the hell out of getting shot up
the ass again.” pp. 272-273
51. Lessons learned in combat (team – v – individual combat): “The last hour had taught me a few major
lessons, the main one being I must gain the ability to fight alone, in direct
contrast to everything I had ever been taught.
SEALs, as you now know, fight in teams, only in teams, each man relying
entirely on the others to do exactly the right thing. That’s how we do it,
fighting as one in a team of four or maybe ten or even twenty, but always as
one unit, one mind, one strategy. We
are, instinctively, always backing up, always covering, always moving to plug
the gap or pave the way. That’s what makes us great.
But up here, being hunted down, all
alone – this was entirely another game . . .
I resolved that when I next had to
strike out against my enemy, it would be with our customary deadly force,
always ensuring I held the element of surprise.
Those are the tactics that invariably win conflicts for the truly
ruthless underdog like the mujahideen (sp.), al Qaeda, and, from now on, me. pp. 275-276
52. Lokhay – commitment to
the obligation of hospitality (think U.S. commitment to Afghanistan) “And
yet there was something I did not know.
We’re talking Lokhay warkawal –
an unbending section of historic Pashtun-walai
tribal law as laid out in the hospitality section. The literal translation of Lokhay warkawal is “giving of the pot.”
. . . Lokhay means the population of that village will fight to the last man,
honor-bound to protect the individual they have invited in to share their
hospitality. And this is not something
to have a chitchat about when things get rough.
It’s not a point of renegotiation.
This is strictly nonnegotiable.
So while I was lying there thinking
these cruel heartless bastards were just going to leave me out here and let me
die, they were in fact discussing a much bigger, life-or-death issue. And the lives they were concerned with had
nothing to do with mine. This was Lokhay, boy, spelled with a big L.”
p. 286
53. Charity: “. . . But I
underestimated the essential human decency of the senior members of this Pashtun
tribe. Sarawa and many others were good
guys who wished me no harm, and neither would they permit anyone else to do me
harm. Nor would they kowtow to the bloodlust
of some of their fellow mountain men.
They wanted only to help me. I
would grow to understand that.” p. 289
54. The Language Barrier: “He was an extremely nice guy, and we
became good friends, or as close to good friends as it’s possible to be when
the language barrier is almost insurmountable.” p. 307
55. The hope: “There’s just
something unbreakable about them all, a grim determination to follow the
ancient laws of the Pashtuns – laws which may yet prove too strong even for the
Taliban and al Qaeda. p.312
55. U.S. policy – v – Taliban policy, a definition of defeat and
victory: “The enemy is prepared to
go to any length to achieve victory, terrorizing its own people, if necessary,
and resorting to barbaric practices against its enemy, including decapitating
people or butchering them.
We are not allowed to fight them on
those terms. And neither would we wish
to. However, we could fight in a much
more ruthless manner, stop worrying if everyone still loved us. If we did that, we’d probably win in both
Afghanistan and Iraq in about a week.
But we’re not allowed to do
that. And I guess we’d better start
getting used to the consequences and permit the American liberals to squeak and
squeal us to ultimate defeat. I believe
that’s what it’s called when you pack up and go home, when a war fought under
your own “civilized” terms is unwinnable.”pp. 312-313
56. Don’t do war – if – fear of the liberals back home makes one weak: “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. p. 313
57. On suicide bombers: “There’s
nothing heroic about suicide bombers.
They’re mostly just dumb, brainwashed kids, stoned out of their
minds.” p316
58. Root of Pashtun power over
the Taliban: “This armed gang of
tribesmen [Taliban], who were hell-bent on driving out the Americans and the
government, could not function up here in these protective mountains entirely
alone. Without local support their
primitive supply line would perish, and they would rapidly begin to lose
recruits. Armies need food, cover, and
cooperation, and the Taliban could only indulge in so much bullying before
these powerful village leaders decided they preferred the company of the
Americans. p. 341
59. The people don’t believe the media about the military: “And I am left feeling that no matter how
much the drip-drip-drip of hostility toward us is perpetuated by the liberal
press, the American people simply do not believe it. They are rightly proud of
the armed forces of the United States of America. They innately understand what we do. And no
amount of poison about our alleged brutality, disregard of the Geneva
Convention, and abuse of human rights of terrorists is going to change what
most people think.
. . . Some members of the media
might think they can brainwash the public any time they like, but I know they
can’t. Not here. Not in the United States of America.” p. 376
60. Meeting George W. Bush:
“And it still felt to me like two Texans meeting for the first
time. One of’em kind paternal,
understanding. The other absolutely awe
struck in the presence of a very great United States president, and my
commander in chief. p. 383
61. Honored to serve with heroes:
“It was my greatest honor to serve with these men on and off the
battlefield. They died doing what they
loved, protecting this great country of ours, and in my eyes there is no
greater sacrifice than that.” p. 387
62. Good people of Afghanistan:
“The people in that Afghanistan village put their lives in jeopardy just
to save mine, and I have never seen a more selfless act in my life. No matter
what you think or have heard, there are good people out there in this world,
and I am living proof of that.” p. 387
