When I finally arrived at 5th Special Forces Group at Fort Campbell, Kentucky, I was nervous as hell. These grizzled war-fighters had been hard-charging the war on terror the whole time I was attempting greatness in the Special Forces Qualification—or “Q”—course. I couldn’t wait to get on an Operational Detachment Alpha or “A-Team” and prove my worth.
I remember my very first senior medic being a quiet yet towering beast of a guy. He was kind in his words and savage in the eyes. I remember wanting that persona about me. I also remember his first words of advice: “Keep your mouth shut and listen.” Words to live by. And I did just that. I listened to my warrior elders and I paid respect to their accomplishments and heroism. I also learned their hard lessons of failures and loss. These hard lessons proved invaluable as my war-fighting career charged forward and became my memoirs.
or Log In