Inside SEAL Team Six(42)

So I paid the kids their reward and I went to Ray Bosco.

Ray, who liked breaking people’s legs, said, “I’ll kill that motherfucker.”

I said, “Ray, I don’t want you to kill him. I just want my wife’s bike back.”

“In that case,” he said, “let’s call the police.”

Ray and a Filipino cop picked me up and drove up me to the jewelry booth, where I identified the crook. They grabbed him, threw him in the back of the cop’s jeep, then dropped me off at the police station. Ten minutes later they were back with my wife’s bike, which had indeed been painted bright orange.

I thanked Ray and the policeman. But that night as I was getting ready to go to bed, three other Filipino cops knocked on my door and arrested me. They accused me of stealing the vendor’s bike and beating him up, which was absurd.

But they refused to drop the charges against me until I dropped the charges I had filed against the jewelry seller. Faced with the prospect of spending the night in a Filipino jail, I relented.

A short time after I told Ray what had happened, my wife’s bike reappeared and the jewelry seller was gone. I didn’t ask.



When we finished our seven-month deployment in the Philippines and returned to Coronado, ■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​ of SEAL Team Six, would soon be arriving to interview guys who were interested in joining the team.

I figured that everyone would jump at the chance to go to ST-6, but a lot of guys didn’t, for one reason or another.

On the designated afternoon, I was escorted into a room where Commander Gormly and four intimidating plank owners (founding members) from ST-6 were sitting. They started going through my records and firing questions.

I felt I was ready, because I’d been giving ST-1 everything I had. Not only was I rated the top corpsman at the command and the top performer in my platoon, I was also very gung ho about joining ST-6.

The guy interviewed before me was a big, tough biker named Rocky. When Gormly asked him if he’d even seen combat, Rocky said he’d answered, “I see it every weekend at the bars in Imperial Beach.”

Rocky wasn’t chosen, but I was. I had been waiting for this day, and it was here.

My captain protested. “You’re not taking Doc Mann, are you?”

Gormly responded, “We can take anyone we want.”





Chapter Eight





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Train as you fight, fight as you train.

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