Bosnia

Street Craft is about blending in, not standing out; it’s the art of hiding in plain sight. Today, I’ll teach you how to run a proper Delta approved dead drop.

Vegas may be a city that never sleeps, but that day, standing in front of Chainsaw with his broken cane and unwavering grin, I knew that some connections run deeper than any lights, noise, or the ghosts we carry in our heads.

Chainsaw took that round like he took everything in life—head-on, with a laugh and a quick curse, pushing forward while the rest of us wondered how he was still standing.

Special Forces history holds numerous obscure tales, like the unique joint US Special Forces-Russian Spetsnaz combat mission.

Join some of the most highly trained operators in the world as they rescue American computer nerds from a brawny Bosnian brothel.

Despite recognizing Hezbollah’s strength and resolve, I’ve never chosen to call it ‘fear’—a term ill-suited for instilling confidence during my tenure with Delta, where we viewed them as a formidable terrorist threat to the West.

Perhaps SEAL Team SIX forgot their clown car as they could barely lead a VIP to the local airport without disastrous results.

In the haunting silence of early dawn, the echo of my actions reverberated through the empty streets of Sarajevo, a constant reminder of the thin line between survival and tragedy in the shadows of war.

As our chopper flared hard over the street, we dumped out and spread out in quick-time route-step to the exhumation site, the palpable stench and the sight of impossibly small remains cementing the grim reality of Srebrenica’s tragedy.

In the heart of war-torn Sarajevo, we stood our ground, orchestrating the General’s perilous jog through the ruins with the precision of Delta Force and the irreverence of a band of misfit guardians.

I tweaked the optics in our dusty sedan, while Kay-Kay, ever the daredevil in disguise, bartered over Gouda at the Zelenica, blissfully unaware of the danger lurking just around the market’s corner.

In the murky twilight, the only truth I knew was the road ahead—crooked, uncertain, but ours to navigate as we chased ghosts cloaked in the fog of war.