Tag: Geo

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.

Leaping into my combat-ready truck, I deftly navigate my morning with the precision of a finely-tuned machine, every second accounted for, every movement a testament to the rigor and discipline of Delta life.

In Delta Force, do not ever (EVER!) meddle in the non-commissioned business of an assault squadron.

Amidst the grueling survival training at Camp Mackall, my spirit oscillated between gritty determination and sardonic humor, as I navigated the absurdity of ‘Bunny Baseball’ and the surreal reality of being a Green Beret in training.

Amidst the gritty realism of Delta Force, where the unforgiving nature of our training was matched only by our unwavering brotherhood, we relentlessly pursued the fleeting glory of being the top gun, a title as coveted as it was ephemeral.

Amidst the low-visibility and cozy confines of our little Green Beret haven, we embraced the simple pleasures of pipe smoking and petting dogs, a stark contrast to the usual military rigidity and prying eyes of higher headquarters.

In the ever-twisting saga of workout fads, from pyramid hat wearing to Wonder Woman bracelets, we chased the elusive specter of fitness with a blend of skepticism and hope, always on the lookout for that next magical, albeit often ridiculous, solution to sculpt our wayward bodies into paragons of health and lethal vitality.

Preparing for Delta Force selection is a grueling affair, and it cannot be attempted without the proper sense of humor and humility.

The Waterborne Infiltrations Course, aptly nicknamed ‘Ranger School on Water,’ pushed us to our limits, but it died a quiet death due to lack of support, a testament to the hard, thankless grind it really was.

With a pause and a lungful, I pushed into the door. And, lo! I beheld racks and racks of every kind of weapon I had ever seen!

In the dead of night, with the streets empty and the world holding its breath, I raced to answer the call, wondering if this was just another drill or the moment everything changed.

Amid the unpredictable antics of C-5 Galaxies and the spirited games of combat basketball, we found camaraderie and resilience, always hoping our next flight wouldn’t turn back but instead carry us onward to our next adventure.