Delta

Where we lay on our backs in this cornfield shoulder to shoulder we grasped our muskets tightly with our hands and held them close to our bodies across our chests. The volume of Union fire just barely above our heads was so great … I contemplated that if I were to extended my finger straight […]

Sam Foster lived on the edge of chaos, a fearless force of nature whose brilliance in combat was matched only by his uncanny ability to turn every high-stakes mission into an exhilarating escapade.

Sam Foster’s knack for transforming the ordinary into the extraordinary was never more apparent than when he commandeered the creation of the ‘Iron Maiden,’ an audaciously ingenious contraption that turned kayak delivery into an aerial spectacle.

With a raised glass and a defiant grin, I stare down fate, daring it to break me, as I toast to round two and the relentless battle ahead.

Lost in the absurdity of my own adventure, I clung to a camel in the Moroccan desert with a rusty musket and a newfound sense of reckless determination, humming a childhood tune while the world around me descended into chaos.

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.

Chuck’s blend of laid-back camaraderie and unflinching leadership made him the backbone of Delta, a commander who could sing ‘How Great Thou Art’ at a brother’s funeral one day and lead us into a chaotic urban assault the next, all while earning the unwavering respect and admiration of his men.

James Van Cleave’s ill-fated escapade with his new gloss black GMC Jimmy ended in a fiery spectacle, orchestrated by a battalion of battle-hardened pipe-hitters, forever immortalizing the truck in Fort Bragg’s legends.

In Delta, where ceremonial precision often seemed an elusive dream, my humbling experience with In-Ranks Inspection at the O&I course became a profound lesson in humility and the unspoken camaraderie that binds true warriors.

From the jungles of South America to the river’s edge at dawn, training with SEAL Team Six showed us the unyielding grit and camaraderie that binds elite warriors, even amidst the sweltering heat and bone-laden stew.

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.

In the chaos of combat, the roar of the engine silenced by the enemy’s missile, I prayed and fought for survival with every fiber of my being, knowing my family was waiting for me to come home.