Geo

Guido’s sterling sense of humor and ease of nature made even the most mundane tasks seem like grand comedic escapades, forever immortalizing him in the playful cartoons I sketched throughout our years in Delta.

All Good Things… My time in A Squadron was essentially up. I had spent the last eight years with the same locker, in the same team room, on the same team. Two of my mates on my five-man team had died in those eight years. Samuel Booth Foster died of a heart attack while running […]

Guido, grinning under the weight of his gas mask, threw me a look that said, “If this isn’t the toughest fun I’ve ever had, I don’t know what is!”

In the thick of a smoky, adrenaline-fueled assault on a hidden underground fortress, Guido and I found ourselves leaping from the frying pan into the fire, literal and figurative both, as chaos reigned both below and above the ground.

At the Nevada Test Site, I played the system like a game, staying just ahead of the rules and the bosses.

K2, the epitome of quiet strength, taught me that true grit is not always shouted, but often whispered in the direst of moments.

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.

In the bone-chilling cold of a Bosnian winter, Kay-Kay wrenched on those tire chains like a saint performing penance, while the local boys’ laughter mixed with the sound of our chattering teeth.

In the thick of the demolition range chaos, we pushed back hard against regulations, showing that not even the threat to an endangered species could keep us from doing our job.

Tasked with high stakes, the Mandarins managed to fumble like amateurs—a real letdown when you’re counting on every detail.

Loaded up with a motley crew of battered kayaks and bruised egos, we barreled down the highway with a war chest of stories, ready to conquer the surf and maybe even learn a thing or two.

A couple of warriors had hit the bottle hard the night before and sported a mighty hangover. That was just the wrong condition to be going under compression and breathing pressed air.