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Bellgrande and three soft Tacos Supreme Gorgeous girl, perfect figure, and the appetite of a lumberjack I knew nothing about life, but I thought I was in love When I graduated high school in Butte, Montanathe same school my grandfather and father had graduated fromand enrolled at Montana Tech, the local college, this girl was still a junior Its just one of those things youre not going to date a high school girl when youre in college So I stayed away, but I couldnt keep my mind off her She went on doing her high school thing, dating and going to dances, which she damn well should have been doing But I wanted it both ways, me having my fun and her staying on hold I simmered miserably for weeks, then finally snapped when I heard shed spent the day with some high school boy With a couple drinks in me I went to her house to find out what was going on, and promptly made a complete ass out of myself Her father, a massive Italian with black hair, a burly mustache, and a square jaw, was famous around Butte for being tough He owned a company that jacked up entire houses and moved them whole I was certain he would have no problem moving me But he took pity Instead of knocking me flat, which would have been than justified, he gently but firmly escorted me out the door That kindness provoked something of an out of body experience After he released his iron grip from my elbow and sent me reeling into the night, I glimpsed myself as if from a distance It wasnt an attractive sight I realized that if I was acting like this now, it would only get worse Id end up as one of those guys who hang around Butte forever, whining about the good old days So I knew I had to go In my very limited experience, the way people got out of Butte was by joining the military Though Id never really considered it before, in that instant I was committed The future, or fate, or whatever, kicked into high gear THESE DAYS SOME PEOPLE MIGHT call my childhood free range Saturday mornings I was out the door after breakfast and back only when the streetlights amped up Kids ran in packs in my neighborhood We ambushed each other with toy guns and played ninja warriors, leaping off rooftops and doing a bunch of other harebrained stuff Id kill my kids for doing We all went to see Rambo at the Butte Plaza Mall That was pretty cool Everybody wanted to be that guy blowing away evildoers with his M60 But to me, it was all fantasy, no real than the increasingly sophisticated shooter video games that competed for our attention The actual military was never huge in my life I was never going to be in it, so I didnt think much about it I just wanted to play, put on camouflage, and pretend to shoot my friends At first glance, Butte might not seem like an idyllic place to grow up Its a mining town whose best years were in the early twentieth century, when every bullet in every rifle sent Over There during World War I was made of coppermost of it mined in Butte The population hit a peak of 100,000 in 1920 and by the time I came along had dipped by about two thirds The residential areas mingled with pit mines, and the entire town was built on a plateau next to the biggest pit of all, Berkeley Pit, an immense, defunct, open pit copper mine a mile wide and a third of a mile deep Between the time it opened in 1955 and its closure on Earth Day 1982, a billion tons of ore and waste rock had been wrenched out of its depths When the sump pumps shut off for the last time, ground water began a slow rise, leaching acids and heavy metals from the gaping wound in the earth The water that filled the pit was toxic enough to kill any geese that possessed the poor judgment to splash down there Eventually, the Berkeley Pit was declared the largest Superfund toxic waste site in the country But I was focused on other features of Butte, specifically metal hoops that hung ten feet above gymnasium floors, and the deer, elk, and antelope that sprinted through the wild Rockies, which rose up like a frozen tsunami on the other side of town My dad, the son of a miner, was a stockbroker and my mom was a math teacher I took her class three timesin seventh and eighth grades and again in high school My parents divorced when I was six or seven To me, having two parents who lived apart seemed almost natural I dont remember their living together My dad was always close by and around whenever we needed him, but the usual setup was to go with him every other weekend That was fine with my siblings and me all of our friends were near my moms house and we liked to have weekends to play outside kick the can, war, ninjas, or climbing and roof jumping We all played together, except the climbing and jumping Kris, my elder sister, wanted none of that But I could force my sister Kelley, younger than me by three years, to come along She desperately wanted to fit in So up we went on the roof, and off we jumped These days Id give my son an earful if he pulled that shit, but being a kid, I didnt think about the risk It was just fun Kelley was my best friend for years I even made her sign a contract binding her to being my teammate for two on two football on the church lawn She was a damn good receiver and one hell of an athlete all through college My older brother, Tom, was a complete dick up until he was in high school Then some switch flipped and he became awesome Or maybe I just stopped being so annoying Whatever Some magic happened and he became the funniest person I knew, and All State in cross country He taught himself guitar and his first band was called The Fake IDs Thats how young they were He still plays and has his own morning show on a local radio station Kris was always the most levelheaded of us, but my mom will disagree Maybe they were too much alike, and sometimes sparks flew Kris was always tolerant of me, easy to talk to, and the best laugher Ive ever known She was meticulous, got straight As forever, and was gentlewhen she wasnt kicking my ass, which she could do up to my junior year in high school possibly longer My mom and dad maintained a cooperative, cordial relationship throughout my childhood If they had any big problems with each other, they never let my siblings or me see it The split living was actually good for my parents My mom worked at the junior high, which was next to the high school so she could get us to school and home She loved being a mom, but she got every other weekend off to go out on the town with her crazy, fun, and hot friends Lynn and Sue I remember them sitting at my moms kitchen table, sipping daiquiris and talking about what went down on Saturday night It was too much for my tender junior high ears I was in the next room and I had to low crawl my ass out the front door because I couldnt take it My first mission We loved hanging out with Dad on those alternate weekends He was a total bachelor but we didnt realize it We should have guessed because our first stop on Friday was always to Buttreys a local grocery store We needed food because he had none He went out for most meals So wed go down every aisle and grab stuff we needed, going heavy on the junk food and making sure to grab ingredients for Dads Famous Breakfast His scrambled eggs were and still are incredible Cheese, mayo, butter, basil, and some secret stuff One time we forgot milk so he added Amaretto Coffee mate Dont try it Wed always end the weekend at Grampa Tom and Gramma Audreys She cooked like a champ everything you can imagine And this is where I learned my dads trick potato mountain and gravy lake As I was growing into adolescence, my dad and I developed an unusual fatherson relationship, becoming like best friends It began when my mom moved us from up on the hillwhere all my neighborhood buddies livedto a place downtown, not far from the Berkeley Pit, where I didnt know anybody I was looking for something to replace all those ninja hijinks with my friends when I saw a videoMichael Jordans first, Come Fly with Me I was instantly captivated It begins with Jordan all alone, shooting baskets in a completely empty gym His voice over says, I could never stop working on it Each day I feel I have to improve And then of course there are endless scenes of Air Jordan, defying gravity, cutting through defenders as if theyre no substantial than the atmosphere itself I was awed, inspired I wasnt the biggest kid, or the best looking, or the smartest or most athletic, but something inside me connected with that obsessive drive to keep striving Looking back, I guess I had that all along My favorite subject was English, and my favorite book was The Old Man and the Sea I liked the way Santiago, the old fisherman, is drawn into a titanic battle of wills with the huge fish His hands are shredded by the fishing line, hes so hungry hes eating slices of raw bait, he hasnt slept, his muscles are cramping there in his crappy little boat, but hell die before he quits That attitude appealed to me I wasnt going to hook any giant marlins in Butte, Montana, but I could aspire to be like Mike There was a school right next to my new house, Greeley Elementary, with an outdoor basketball hoop So I asked my mom to get me a basketball and she did I would go over there every day and play by myself, hours at a time, just seeing how many free throws in a row I could make, working on my jump shot, driving left, driving right My dad, who was about forty then, had played some at the University of Montana He was a damn good basketball player He found out what I was doing and he said, Hey, do you want to start playing We played at a sports club in downtown Butte Id still shoot by myself at the elementary school, and then hed pick me up and wed hit the club I was spending four hours a day, seven days a week with a basketball inor flying out ofmy hands When I made the school team I practiced with my teammates during the season, and when it ended, Dads and my private season began Dad picked me up after school and took me to the indoor court Wed practice two or three hours dribbling, layup drills, one on one, wildly raucous pickup games He tried to teach me everything hed learned, head fakes, little tricks hed picked up on how to beat your man When we were finally exhausted, my dad would say, We cant leave until one of us sinks twenty free throws in a row He would feed meId get pissed if he made me move my feet even an inch off the lineand Id shoot till I missed Then hed take over The first time it took about twenty minutes for one of us to make twenty in a row Then we went out for a steak dinner to celebrate The next day my dad said, We can leave when one of us gets twenty, but we need twenty five for the steak Once we hit twenty five, it went up to thirty, then thirty five, forty We got to where we had to make seventy free throws in a row for a dinner, and we almost always did it I think my dads record was ninety in a row Mine is still 105 We were making a lot of free throws When I was twelve, my dad got divorced from his second wife, and my uncle Jack, his brother, persuaded him to give hunting a try on weekends to get his mind off failed marriages There was no question Id come with him We went driving up the mountain in Jacks Nissan We didnt know what we were doing at first There are vast plains up there with magnificent animals sprinting all over at warp speedantelope are pretty much the fastest animal in North America Guys in trucks and four wheelers chase them and people shoot in every direction If I were to see it today from the perspective of a range officer at Naval Special Warfare Development Group, Id recognize how insanely unsafe it is But it was thrilling, and eventually we got good at it, climbing on foot to a place no trucks could go, a place where we knew the animals would retreat at the end of the night You take up a position out of the wind and let them come to you, take them by surprise The animals expect to be chased, not ambushed My first kill was a mule deer, a big buck I remember driving up these terrible dirt roads in the dark, climbing the edge of a valley as far as we could, then walking steeply uphill as the sun rose After about an hour, we hit the summit, which descended into a hay colored bowl Thats where we hoped to run into the deer There werent any We hung out for a while and the disappointment of not finding anything to shoot at faded It was late fall, chilly but not bone numbing, patches of snow here and there, and I thought Not bad to be sitting up on this mountaintop at the break of day, just me and my dad, as if this amazing place had been waiting for us to arrive Eventually we got hungry As we were walking back down the hill for lunch, a doe and a buck burst out of the trees into a clearing a hundred yards to our right We were shuffling along, making a sound the buck didnt recognize He froze right in the middle of the clearing My dad was in front of me, right in the line of fire He dropped to the ground and said, Take it I was fortunate I didnt have time to think about it I knew I needed to take the shot now or he was gone The adrenaline took over Still standing, I raised my.300 Winchester Magnum to my shoulder and barely glimpsed the buck in my scope before I pulled the trigger My father had told me to aim for his chest, right behind his shoulder You want to try to hit him in the lungs for a quick kill I missed high, a lucky shot The bullet severed his spine That worked The buck dropped right where he stood We approached carefully These big bucks can play dead You dont want them to hop up and trample you I stuck out my foot and gave him a nudge The flesh of his haunch quivered, but otherwise he stayed put I took another step toward his big antlered head, and raised the muzzle of my riflethe same kind of rifle Id eventually use as a SEAL sniperto his big staring eyeball Dead all right It was a bit surreal for me He looked the same as he had just a moment ago when he was alive pretty colors and noble antlers But he was dead, and Id killed him I felt a tug of remorse He was a beautiful animal, gone now thanks to me But I was also proud This was Montana Deer were for shooting Everybody did it Now I was part of the club In the hunting seasons that followed, any residual remorse fell away Soon it was a competition at junior high every Monday So and so got a buck The real prize was the bull elk It always seemed that someones mythical uncle, or a miraculous shot from someones dad, had brought down a six point elk We score different out Westyou count one side of the antlers, not both A six point bull has twelve points total Thats an immense, swift, and elusive creature They can stand five feet high at the shoulder, and weigh almost nine hundred pounds None of us had been good enough to kill such a bull Some hunters had never even seen one When I was lucky enough to see one and shoot one before I turned eighteen, I felt only pride IN THE FALL OF 1994, the year I turned eighteen, my dad introduced me to the first Navy SEAL I ever met His name was Jim and I was impressed with him the moment I saw him He wasnt as big as I thought a Navy SEAL would bean observation people make about SEALs all the timebut he was obviously in great shape He had a clean haircut and a military bearing What I noticed first, though, was his positive confidence The second thing I noticed was that he always put on his seat belt Here was this tough Navy SEAL who wasnt afraid of anything, but safety always came first Hed never been to Montana before but figured Guns, mountains, how hard can it be He embraced the challenge in typical SEAL fashiongot someone to drop him off in the outback, then stayed there for three days He walked all over hell, never seeing so much as a mule deer I found out about that and told him, Thats not the way to do it I got a spot The hike was only a little under a mile, but it was pretty much straight uphill and still pitch dark Normally Id take it slow, pause for a couple of breathers Toward the top, every breath felt like sandpaper rasping my lungs, but I was thinking, This guys a SEAL I cant be a pussy I need to walk, no breaks He was on my heels the whole way We got up there and got right into the elkabout forty of them right where Id said theyd be We didnt get any, but when we got back down the mountain Jim said, You ought to consider becoming a SEAL, the way you climbed that hill in the dark I was flattered, but I didnt seriously consider it Until my ex girlfriends dad sent me not so gently into the night THE SUMMER AFTER I GRADUATED from high school I spent twelve hours a day, four days a week, shoveling crushed rock onto a huge conveyor belt in a copper mine facility, the almost total darkness relieved only by the beams of two little lamps on my helmet I thought that would be good work for building my somewhat scrawny upper body, and I was right But I hadnt counted on breathing in metric tons of rock dust, or scaring the crap out of myself thinking of all the workers before me whod slipped into the conveyor belt and been converted to human pulp My night job delivering pizzas was like a vacation by comparison I did think, briefly, about going out of town to college, though my idea of out of town was the University of Montana in Missoula, less than two hours down the highway When it came to it, I just didnt have the desire Or maybe I didnt have the courage When youre a small town kid from Montana, theres this sense that venturing into the big, scary outside world might pulp you as surely as that conveyor belt Montana Tech was the safe alternative I also had a better chance of making the basketball team there I was a good high school player, but at 61 I wasnt high enough off the floor to impress at the college level I figured Id play my ass off on the practice team and work my way in It went well I had a great time, got in great shape Physically Mentally, well there was the girl I know now it wasnt just that Id just finished my first year of college basketball and was feeling burned out Not with playing but with the concept of practice, practice, school, and practice The grind probably wouldnt have gotten to me if it hadnt been for the girl I couldnt seem to get over her, and she was still in townI could bump into her anywhere I knew I didnt want to find myself on a barstool at Maloneys every night drinking to forget I could already imagine the rut I could dig It was time to do something My first thought was of Ben and Jim, two somewhat older guys Id known my entire life Theyd joined the Marines and gone to boot camp together when I was still in high school Coming home on leave, they were confidence radiating supernovas, showing off spit shined boots and uniforms so crisp the creases could slice cheese I remember thinking, These guys could kick anybodys ass in town I wanted to be just like that I didnt even think about the possibility of combat, much less getting killed As a freshman in high school, I saw guys whod graduated and joined the military come back to say goodbye to their teachers before going off to fight in Desert Storm As a fourteen year old, I didnt know any better so I thought the war would be a high casualty conflict like Vietnam and theyd all die Then I watched the war on CNN piece of cake Besides, as I weighed the idea of signing up, we werent at war, and there wasnt one looming I thought it would be cool to wear the uniform and sing the cadences Plus, Id only be gone for a few years and then Id be back at Maloneys with a few war stories to impress the regulars One day in April 1995, I went to the Marine recruitment office, but the recruiter wasnt there I remembered a funny line my Marine friends told me The Marine Corps is actually part of the Department of the Navy The mens department Which is why I thought of walking into the Navy office I reasoned that if anyone would know where this missing Marine was, this Navy recruiter would He was nothing special physically, but he was very clever Had it been years later, I would have recognized why immediately He was wearing khakis and had anchors on his collar He was a Navy Chief No matter what anyone says, Chiefs make the Navy work They do this with intelligence, loyalty, and experience They can also be mean as hell This Chief had quotas to fill and that is not an easy task in Butte, Montana Especially when your office is right next to the Marines He looked me over skeptically and said, Why do you want to be a Marine I said, Because Marines have the best snipers in the world I want to be a sniper because I grew up hunting He just nodded and said, Look no further We have snipers in the Navy All you need to do is become a Navy SEAL I didnt even know how to swim But the way I thought about it was, Hey, Im kind of nave, but this guys a professional recruiter Whys he going to lie to me And it wasnt a lie Exactly Just a rather large omission A kid off a hick town street had about the same chance of making it as a SEAL as this recruiter had of becoming an admiral So in almost complete ignorance, I signed on the dotted line It was a deferred enrollment, which meant that I had six months before I went to boot camp Which was a good thing I could keep myself alive in the water but not swim Id never attempted a pull up A brochure that had been thoughtfully provided in the recruitment paperwork revealed that to even qualify for a SEAL tryout you had to be able to do a minimum of eight pull ups And thats after you swim five hundred yards, and do forty two push ups and fifty sit ups And before you run Right then I decided to quit my job shoveling crushed rock and devote myself full time to getting in shape for the SEAL screening test Id been shoveling that rock for months, building my strength How hard could this be Full of can do fervor, I ran down to a park near my moms house that had a rusted old pull up bar to see how many pull ups beyond the eight minimum I could do I sprang easily from the dirt depression beneath, grabbed the pull up bar with confidence, and heaved One Gravity rudely yanked my arms back to full extension It took all my will to keep my grip on the bar from releasing My brain frantically signaled my biceps to fire and pull me back up My biceps replied, Fuck you Words formed so clearly in my mind that I may have said them out loud Oh, my God, these are hard I need to get better at pull ups Still, my optimism wasnt entirely crushed Yet Next I went up to the college poolfortunately, I still had my student ID I figured Id start with a quick 1,000 meters, which is forty lengths of the pool By the end of the second length my arms ached and my legs felt like they were about to cramp I could barely lift myself out of the pool Okay, I was pathetic But I wasnt defeated Every day I worked at getting better One day at the pool, I was lucky enough to run into a friend from high school who was getting ready to swim at Notre Dame for four years When he saw me struggling through the water he said, What are you doing in here I just joined the Navy, I said Im going to SEAL school You know they swim like a mile a day there He looked at me and shook his head Dude, you have no idea what youre getting into Theres a thousand percent chance youre not going to make it Get back into the pool He showed me some basic swimming techniques and I worked hard to master them My stepfather built me a pull up bar in the basement of my moms house I would go down there, queue up Guns N Roses Use Your Illusion I and II, crank the volume to liquefy, then just do pull up after pull up I didnt realize how appropriate that title was until later, but I was definitely using my illusion that I could become a SEAL to motivate myself I began to understand something important If you want to get better at pull ups, do pull ups Thats it And thats what I did One thing I had going for me was that Id always been a good runner I had a route that I ran, a straight shot down the street from my moms house, past my best friends house and my cousins house, to a stoplight that was exactly a mile away I always wanted to run it in no than six minutes At the light Id take a thirty second breather, then run back Every single morning, seven days a week, Id get up and go down to the pool to swim for a few hours, come home, chill out and eat breakfast, knock out pull ups, go for the run For six months, this was my full time job At night I delivered pizzas I was really enjoying myself And I got a lot stronger ON SUNDAY, JANUARY 28, 1996, I arrived at the Butte military enlistment processing center to officially join up There was a Problem It had been some time since Id signed my papers to enlist, and Id nearly forgotten that in the initial flurry of paperwork Id elected to tell the US Navy that Id experimented with marijuana Its true that I only tried it a handful of times, and, to be honest, I didnt even like it, but, man, did they make me feel like a sinner who needed to repent If the me from today could give the me from nineteen years ago advice it would be, Relax, kid Its been about a year since you tried it youre good Tell them nothing Its gonna save us all a bunch of time and nonsense Pee in the cup, sign the fucking papers, and lets get on with the adventure But I hadnt been given that advice, so I found myself having a long and painful conversation with a man identified as The Commander, promising that I would cut out my liver and eat it raw before I ever smoked the devil weed again Im sure he had better things to do, too, than talk to some eighteen year old punk from Butte Like go and smoke a bowl of his own Anyway, we both got through the day and I was allowed to join this mans Navy I still have a picture of me swearing to defend this nation against all enemies, foreign and domestic I was wearing a red T shirt, very classy for an official event For some reason the Navy had booked me a hotel room near the processing center They were going to drive me to the airport the next day Possibly, they wanted to keep an eye on me, make sure I wasnt going to get cold feet It was the first time Id ever been in a hotel room by myself I was sitting alone in this tiny, bleak little room, my duffel bag tossed across the bed, thinking, Why would I stay here my last night in town when I could just go down to my moms house So that night, with my family and my best friend beside me, I watched the Steelers lose to the Cowboys in Super Bowl XXX The next morning the entire crew came out to Buttes Bert Mooney Airport to wave me off I was relieved to discover another recruit on the same flight, a fellow by the name of Tracy Longmire Hed played football at the same college where Id played basketball, and he was one of those badasses who played both offense and defense He looked the part, too big and mean looking with a bald head and piercing eyes But he was far from mean He was a calm, reassuring presence from the moment I saw him Even though he was only two years older, he seemed like a wise elder, humble when he could have lorded his cool over a nave kid like me, and generous with good advice It seemed as if hed been there, done that already, and I was very happy he was around As we walked out to the plane together I looked back at my family No one said anything, they just watched me leave Finally, I saw my brother, Tom, lean his head out and yell, Good luck, Rob Ill never forget it He was thinking, Good luck leaving this town and going away on your own None of us could have imagined, dreamed, or even hallucinated then that fifteen years later I would confront a madman, the worlds most wanted man, on the third floor of an ultrasecret compound in a country Id yet to hear of, and that as a result people would fill the streets of D.C and New York City to cheer Good luck, Rob, indeed Good luck.Harrowing In frank and vivid detail and blunt and plain language, Mr ONeill describes some of the 400 counterterrorism operations and close quarter 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    • The Operator: Firing the Shots that Killed Osama bin Laden and My Years as a SEAL Team Warrior
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    • 2017-08-25T15:11+03:00