October 10, 2012

The Truth About The Time Glen Doherty and I Met Mitt Romney

Managing editor Jack Murphy (former 75th Ranger and Green Beret) and I work very hard at keeping SOFREP apolitical for a reason. We feel that it helps maintain a balanced viewpoint and keep the site’s integrity with regards to representing the Special Operations community. This is very hard, trust me.

I’ve had a ton of emails and comments via social media lately about my best friend Glen, and his encounter with Mitt Romney.  I was there with him that night we both met Mitt Romney. We were at our friend Dee and Susan’s Christmas party, and I was standing side-by-side with Glen during the engagement.  So you’re getting it from the horse’s mouth.

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is a former U.S. Navy SEAL with combat deployments to Afghanistan, and Iraq. During his last tour he served as the west coast sniper Course Manager at the Naval Special Warfare Center. He is Editor-in-Chief of SOFREP.com, and a New York Times best selling author (The Red Circle & Benghazi: The Definitive Report). His writing has been featured in print, and digital media worldwide. You can follow him on twitter here.

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  • Trango

    @adamlewton Great tune. Probably played it a dozen times the day I posted this. The game looks pretty good too. I'm not the happiest with the handling of Project Honor but that's different discussion in a different thread. Played the beta for a bit when it was out. Seems promising.

  • CJCJ

    @BoydCrowder  @JHR  It definitely toughens you up. Either that, or you just lay down and call it quits. I've also heard it builds character - not sure any of us need that much character building.   "Stop by anytime."   Thanks man, I'd love to.

  • BoydCrowder

    @CJCJ  @JHR Man, you nailed that one. Although I never acknowledged it publicly, when you're the local black belt karate school owern in a tiny town, you get to hear lots of whispers as you walk through the high school football stadium on a friday night: "Grandpa, that's my karate instructor, he can break 5 boards with a sidekick."   You can't help but have that stoke your ego although you pretend you didn't hear it. lol Then to go from that kind of recognition, to just wanting to slip by without being noticed by anyone is an ego-buster for sure.   Through the whole ordeal I learned that what I thought was level 10 pain, is only about 3. There's lots more above what ya thought was possible. In an odd way, that toughens ya up.   Stop by any time.

  • CJCJ

    @BoydCrowder  @JHR I'm not sure which is harder, the mental or the physical adjustment. Pain can be a great teacher. My mind sometimes writes checks my body can't cash, but then I was never the sharpest pencil on the desk. Lubbock is a bit out of the way, but if I'm ever headed that way my guess is that I'll need a car wash, a good meal, and something wet to wash it down. If you're available, it'll definitely be on me and we can swap some "Fliar" stories.    (In case you haven't heard the term, "Fliar" is a term of art some use to describe "overly exaggerated" pilot stories.)

  • BoydCrowder

    @CJCJ  @JHR I had the Red Baron Car Washes in Lubbock and Idalou, Tx. Sold the last 1 a year ago.   I didn't always laugh about my leg. When I was a shiny new amputee I was in a confrontation once a week because I thought people were staring. Funny thing is, my right arm was in a cast from hand to mid-bicep back then, and brand new on a prosthetic leg, so my brain knew I couldn't whip myself out of a wet paper bag. But my heart took great offense at the guy mocking the way I limped and my heart still saw me as a 2nd degree black belt. Luckily the 3 guys on 3 separate occassions who mocked my limp, could easily get away from me, and they chose to:-) Lucky for me, not them.   Eventually I realized that if I didn't look to see if people were staring, they weren't. Life got a lot easier then.