I mentioned our parties with the Germans in my first book, The Red Circle.

Two parties were especially worth noting, and the first of those occurred shortly after our snowshoe trek up to the Ahmed Kheyl cave complex.

By the time we got there on the night of this particular shindig, the Germans had already been hitting it pretty hard. As you’ve no doubt gathered by now, SEALs tend to be a pretty high-voltage, hard-partying bunch. But those KSK guys? They could drink.

We arrived to find they had already set up a little tent where they were serving beer. The stereo was turned up loud, and they were singing and marching in circles to the music. Something interesting was going on, but we weren’t sure quite what. We stood there watching them. We couldn’t understand the music’s lyrics and had no idea what the context was.