In a response to the first article I wrote for SOFREP, a reader asked me to write something about the Navy Corpsmen of MARSOC.

Medics. Corpsmen. Whatever the name, every combat unit has them. Their name carries special meaning for those who’ve called for them in panic and desperation. I’ve been one of those men who had no choice but to put my life into their hands. It’s not for personal validation that I’m sharing this. It’s just that I want my words to carry the weight of a man who would’ve been dead if it weren’t for my medic. (To be fair, my JTAC is equally responsible for me not being a corpse, but that’s for another day.)

So while I can’t speak for every Corpsman, I can speak for mine.

My brother and teammate started his path as any other Corpsman. He raised his hand early in his career and went  to the Basic Reconnaissance Course (BRC) after his entry-level Corpsman training was completed. At BRC he learned to thrive on the ground and in the water as part of a team. Next came the infil schools: Marine Combatant Diver and Airborne. “Dual Cool” on his chest, he checked into Ft. Bragg to hone his medical skills. During his time at the 18-D Long Course, he joined future Special Forces Medical Sergeants in becoming some of the most advanced medical professionals of the SOF (Special Operations Forces) community.