Top gun is top gun; there is no disputing it. It’s good to be king, no matter where and no matter for how long. In Delta Force, there was a strong competitive spirit, recognition, and reverence for who might be the top gun at any given juncture. Everyone wanted to hold that position for as long as they could, though nobody could hold it for very long.
Delta was a “one time me, one time you” state. This meant that I may win this time, but you will likely defeat me next time. The competition was just that keen, and the variation between men’s skills was just that small. A situation to be highly avoided was to consistently find oneself in last place — that would only carry a man for so long before he was expelled from the Unit.
It’s Good to Be the King
As for being the top gun… well, it’s good to be king, as I always say. Yeah, it’s always good to be king, even if for just a few minutes in a far-off crappy country in crappy conditions. It’s just always good to be king. Holding the hegemony, though ephemeral as it may be, is ALWAYS good!
There was an unwritten tradition that provided for an assembly of competition at some point during any given week. Word spread — usually in the chow hall — that so-and-so was setting up a gun-run challenge on our Range 19. Throughout the day, the men cycled themselves out to the range. There, they waited for their turn to take a shot at being the top gun for the week.