Lone Survivor
Chapter One
To Afghanistan ... in a Flying Warehouse
This was payback time for the World Trade Center. We were coming
after the guys who did it. If not the actual guys, then their blood
brothers, the lunatics who still wished us dead and might try it
again.
Good-byes tend to be curt among Navy SEALs. A quick backslap, a
friendly bear hug, no one uttering what we're all thinking: Here we
go again, guys, going to war, to another trouble spot, another
half-assed enemy willing to try their luck against us ... they must be
out of their minds.
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, expert in unarmed combat, so
stealthy no one ever hears us coming. SEALs are masters of strategy,
professional marksmen with rifles, artists with 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.
We operat ... read full excerpt from: Lone Survivor: The Eyewitness Account of Operation Redwing and the Lost Heroes of Seal Team 10 ebook
