May 21, 2013

Dealing with Bombs under Water

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US Navy SEALS, the US Navy’s principle Special Operations group recruits 18-28 year old male candidates holding US citizenship. Should be a high school graduate or equivalent and should be proficient in reading writing, understanding and speaking English with a minimum ASVAB scores of 165 or 220 (depending upon the sub tests taken into consideration) and the candidate should pass the SEAL Physical Screening Test (PST) . Upon satisfying all these requirements, the candidate will be eligible to undergo BUD/S.
The SEAL training is very rigorous with a drop out rate of around 70- 90 percent. The candidate goes through a at least a year of formal training environments before getting enlisted
Basic Underwater Demolition / SEAL training (BUD/S), a 6 month course at Naval Special Warfare Training Center, Coronado. It starts as a Indoctrination and pre training classes for the first 5 weeks which then paves way for the 3 phases of BUD/S. Out of which the first phase , 8 week Basic Conditioning which includes the ‘Hell Week’ encountered midway of the 1st phase and considered the toughest where the candidate will be tested to his limits. Hell week tests the candidates of the physical endurance, their mental tenacity and team work. More than 65 percent of the candidates quit at this time. The remaining will move to the 2nd phase which includes 8 weeks of diving lessons and then the 3rd phase where the candidates are trained in land warfare for 9 weeks. Then they undergo basic parachute training for 3 weeks. In the end the candidates go through 8 weeks of SEAL qualification training which includes aspects like mission planning, operations, tactics, techniques and procedures. Once upon successful completion of all these programs, they are considered as SEALs authorizing them to wear the SEAL insignia over their uniform.

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Rick, Tim and Rich: Study in Survival Technique

In 1971 three boys went to the same high school together. Tim lived in the farming area. He was the goofy guy of the three with a grin on his face most of the time and labeled-nerd. Label or not, he was loved by most. He was an ordinary good guy which canceled out the ordinary.

Rick lived in town with Rich. All three were on the wrestling team, but Rick stood out as one of the best. It was a town known for wrestling. During any match, the gym was standing room only and if someone was near pinning, the stomping in unison in the bleachers and floor was deafening. This team went to state every year with wrestlers bringing back ribbons each time. Rick was a ribbon bearer. Like Tim, Rick always had a smile and a hug for his friends.

Of the three, Rich was the more serious. He had the same personality traits of warmth and smiles for his friends, but when alone, there was a darker edge to him-something deeper ran through his veins.

Rick was shipped out to Nam first. He disappeared in the fray of finishing school, worries about the war and frantic tries to get into college to stay alive. The next year, Tim and Rich entered the eastern disaster as well.

When Rick came home, his body was the same. His mind was gone. He would look at you like you were venison hanging to cure. There was emptiness in his stare as if somewhere behind the eyes was a void of eternity. Tim came back next. Same grin. Same guy. Don’t come up behind him unannounced. He would pick you up off the ground after laying you out, apologize red faced, and give you a hug. His wiring was off.

Rich never came home. He didn’t die. He became a lifer in the Air Force. Shot down three times in Vietnam, he became more open and caring. His leadership qualities ignited for the rest of his life and he never lost who he was.

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The Weird Legend of Wes

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The son of a minister in Northern Idaho, Wes was an average student but smart as a whip. He was the fastest sprinter in the high school but never turned out for the track team. He was desired by some of the most beautiful girls in school. He dated most and the relationships failed miserably. Wes was married to beer, tequila, whisky, gin, and cheap wine.

By his high school senior year, Wes had totaled seven cars and two motorcycles. Totaled, not wrecked”as in junk yard refuse. In the final accident, Wes flipped a 1971 pearl paint job Javelin end for end for a quarter of a mile down the highway. He arrived to the hospital DOA . . . except for a twitching little finger on his right hand. He later told his friends that it was an LSD flashback. Oh, yes, it wasn’t just alcohol.

Wes tried college for one year in 1973 but could not take the pressure of being told what to do. A few months later he joined the Navy. Yes, everyone went: Huh!?

The folks in the U.S. Navy must have been pretty savvy about Wes, or maybe it was just pure dumb luck. His duty? Helmsman. Try to imagine the conversations in the bars at Wes’ hometown. Try to understand the enormity of this irony. You can’t, right? Don’t bother trying. It was the kind of event that was so ridiculous that you would never see it in a movie. It was way too unbelievable.

Wes remained in the Navy for one hitch which, from what little was known, went without incident. It was likely the most stable time in Wes’ life.

In 2010, Wes is near crippled. The condition of his body is not from the Navy who seemingly tried their best to make him face his demons and correct his life’s course. The crippled body was due to the nine totaled vehicles. Age shows the after effects later in life. One of Wes’ friends used to say: -Live fast, die young, and have a good looking corpse. Wes tried and failed.

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Support the Troops: What do the Kids Think?

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On any given weekend, when approaching the Edmonds/Kingston Ferry, you will see two small groups of protestors about 30 feet away from each other expressing viewpoints that are diametrically opposed. They are elderly. The young ones don’t show up. One group, mostly women, holds up signs and waves American flags, shouting to the cars that pass by to honk their horns if they favor getting the troops out of the Middle East. Support the troops. Get them out alive. The other group is usually all male, holding up signs and waving American flags, hollering at the cars that roll by to honk their horns if they support leaving the troops in to fight. Support the troops. Let them stay and do their job.

This is a hot issue and needs to be viewed seriously. However, the issue is not what sits plainly in your face. The pro and anti-war views have existed for thousands of years. No one has yet been able to strike a balance that keeps humans from fighting, especially in a world where so few hold all the cards. The inequity of power creates lust for more power and this will always remain as long as power is allowed. The infighting between two sets of elderly people is not the issue. The missing young people are.

In 1968 the people holding the signs were young. They are the same elderly folks holding the signs now. What happened to this generation? There have been discussions about this including the missing catalyst that started the revolution in 1968: the draft lottery. Today’s young people don’t have that anchor hanging around their necks. They don’t see the war on TV either. That’s all censored now. Ignorance? These kids are anything but ignorant.

The kids missing from the protest lines are still kids. Some are high school drop-outs, getting high and getting pregnant. Others excel in science, music and sports. What do they think about? That’s your next assignment. When was the last time you asked a fifteen-year-old what she thought of the world’s condition?

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