Getting Beaten by 4 SEALs from Team 4

Life in the Navy wasn’t always glamorous. When I wasn’t on the job, I was usually drunk and playing the fool, so I’ll share one such occasion – with hopes you can learn from it. On this particular occasion, 15 of us had just rolled into Little Creek, Virginia for a 6 week block of instruction called Expeditionary Warfare. (This was training in small unit tactics and unconventional warfare under arduous conditions). Instead of getting a good night’s sleep before kickoff the next morning, CD Larson and I hit the bars. (Seriously – two world class dumbf$cks!) I got completely hammered and somehow offended several women. Then 4 SEALs from Team 4 rolled in – their boyfriends – of course. I honestly can’t remember what I said, but I got mouthy, so when I went to the restroom they followed, jumped me from behind and worked me pretty good with lots of body shots. They spared my face for obvious reasons. I stumbled into the parking lot afterwards and found CD waiting with his medical kit. (If you know CD Larson – you know damn well he didn’t have my back). The medical kit was of no use for my injuries, so he put it back in the truck and slammed the tailgate shut – on my right thumb – nearly severing it off, the hand I shoot with. It took a solid 5 seconds for the pain to reach my mouth, so he didn’t have a clue why I was yelling. But now we had use for the medical kit. That evening really wasn’t a big deal. That was my life then, our culture – sometimes you were the hammer, sometimes you were the thumb, but that evening did make my life a living hell for the next 6 weeks – actually, hell on top of hell. Expeditionary Warfare School was hosted by (instructed by) Marine Force Recon who delighted in torturing us Navy types. They had us belly crawling through swamps and forests in full battle gear for the first 3 days. Belly crawling in full battle gear with several broken ribs was not only breathtaking; it was literally like being eaten by sharks. Now do you think I learned anything from that experience? No way! A fool is a fool. That’s how I rolled. But I hope you can take something from this story. Like, don’t be a fool, don’t be a drunk, and certainly not a drunken fool. THE SUPREME RULE: Learn from the mistakes of others.

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