There I was, no shit, on the very last day of Basic Underwater Demolition/SEAL (BUD/S) training, in a state of indescribable euphoria that my six-month voyage through hell was about to come to an end. My 26 classmates and I, out of over 110 who started in the class, including the only two enlisted men who started and finished with our class (plus eight of us officers) had but one simple task left to complete. We had to get through a physical training session on the BUD/S grinder with our graduation guest speaker, then-Navy Captain (SEAL) Bob Harward.
At the time, then-Captain Harward was the commanding officer SEAL Team THREE, I believe. He might already have moved on from that job. Either way, we all knew that he had been the Honor Man (top overall performer) of his BUD/S class, and we knew him as a “hard” dude. In other words, we knew he was in pretty damn good shape, and no slouch. And yes, there are some Team guys who do not stay in top physical condition, comparatively speaking, after BUD/S.
We students, however, were coming out of BUD/S Third Phase, and finishing up the toughest military training program in the world. How hard could his PT be? We had been tortured for months and we were not really afraid of anything or anyone who was not wearing a BUD/S Instructor t-shirt. Could it really be that bad?
Let me spare you the suspense: it sucked bigly.