Seals the Warrior Breed: Casualties of War
Chapter One16 December 1989
Outside Paitilla Airfield
Panama City, Republic of Panama
1415 hours
"They're crazy," Master Chief Halstead said, scanning the airfield slowly with his binoculars. "They are absolutely, guaranteed nucking futs."
Boatswain Chief Fred Jaco grunted assent. "I hear you,
brother. But the Powers That Be have declared it to be so.
Blessed be the Powers That Be, now and forever, amen."
"Fuck that. And the horse they rode in on. SEALs have
no business assaulting an objective like this. This is an
Army Ranger job."
"You know it, I know it. But someone farther up the
chain of command doesn't want the Teams left out of the
medal competitions."
An American helicopter, a UH-1, clattered overhead.
The two SEALs were crouched behind a low, stone wall
atop a seven-story Panama City apartment building perhaps
a kilometer from Paitilla, a vantage point that gave them an
excellent view of the entire airstrip. The Huey angled in toward
the American section for a gentle touchdown; it was
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