Getting Beaten by 4 SEALs from Team 4

My life in the Navy wasn’t always glamorous.  When I wasn’t on the job, I was usually drunk and making a fool of myself, so I’ll share one such occasion – with hopes you can take something 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 in arduous terrain).  Instead of getting a good nights sleep before kickoff the following morning, CD Larson and I decided to hit the bars.  (Seriously – was I a world class dumbass or what?)  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 with them, so when I went to the restroom they followed me in, jumped me from behind and worked me over pretty good with lots of body shots.  They spared my face knowing I’d keep silent.  I stumbled into the parking lot afterwards and found CD waiting with his medical kit.  (If you knew CD – you know he wouldn’t have my back).  The medical kit was of no use for my injuries, so he put it back in his truck and then slammed the tailgate shut – on my right thumb – nearly severing it off, the hand I shoot with.  It took a good 5 seconds for the pain to reach my mouth.  Now we finally had some use for the medical kit.  That evening really wasn’t a big deal.  That was my life, our culture – sometimes you’re the hammer, sometimes you’re 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 crawl through swamps and forest 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 like being eaten by sharks.  Now do you think I learned anything from that experience?  No way!  I was a fool.  That was how I rolled.  But I hope you can take something from this story.  Don’t be a fool.  Don’t be a drunk.  And certainly don’t be a drunken fool.  Always learn from your mistakes.

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