Originally posted by Agent Iceman
Ok, I learned a lot from this topic\I don't know debate.
So Starchild your a seal or something. Thats cool, I not here to start nothing.
No, I am not a SEAL. But I went through the training.
I came in the Navy as an MS with a submarine contract. When I got to boot camp I saw the advertisements for Special Warfare. I went to the Dive
Motivator and volunteered for Basic Underwater Demolition/SEAL Training in Coronado, CA. The SEALs told me that I had to change my specialty in order
to go to BUD/S, because only certain specialties are accepted. These are called source ratings.
I changed my rate to Gunners Mate (weapons, explosives, pyrotechnics, electronics, hydrualics, pneumatics specialist), and went through the SEALs
preliminary screening test. The test involves medical screening, dental screening, psychological evaluations, physical performance testing, etc.
I passed all of the requirements, and was the only person out of 40 men to pass the physical test on the day that I took it. BUPERS gave me orders to
GM A-School in Great Lakes, IL, and then upon completion I would transfer duty stations to the Naval Special Warfare Center in Coronado for SEAL
Training.
Upon arrival at NSWC I checking into BUD/S Class #237, and began my training. I successfully completed all of the evolutions and requirements asked
of me. My scores, both academically and physically, were outstanding. I sprained my ankle during a chow run one day, and it severly impaired my
ability to participate in training. However, I continued to train for another week, doing all of the physical activities while injured. I even did a
2 mile ocean swim with fins, and pulled in a time of 58 minutes. Finally, during a beach run in the sand down towards Mexico, at about the 8 mile
mark my ankle popped, and I couldn't move it at all. The ambulance took me to Medical, who determined that I could not continue training, and I was
rolled out of #237 and into #238, which was the next class in line.
I had to start all over, and go through everything all over again. However, I did not lose motivation, because I wanted to be a SEAL more than
anything in the world. They could've chopped off one of my arms and I would still stayed in training if they would've let me. I went through about
1 month of rehab, and then got right back into it.
I went through everything all over again, and successfully completed all evolutions. During Third Phase, which is the Land Warfare Phase, I ripped my
Illio Tibular Band in my right thigh in half. It happened while fast roping out of a helo. This was it, they would not roll me back another class.
Therefore I was dropped from training, and given orders to the Master at Arms A-School (Military Law Enforcement Training) in Little Creek, VA.
Sept. 11, 2001 happened, and my orders were delayed so that I could go TAD to Millington, TN to assist in the protection of the base. All military
installations worldwide were in Force Protection Condition DELTA, which is as good as it gets. Everything was locked down, and security was tight.
I did 3 months in Millington, working as a sniper/observer on top of a water treatment plant, because of my skills in marksmanship.
After everything calmed down somewhat, I transferred to NAB Little Creek, and completed the Naval Law Enforcement Specialist training. After that was
completed, the rest is history...
The reason I am so hard on guys who claim to be SEALs, but really aren't is obvious, I hope.
I worked so hard to obtain this goal, and I could not achieve it due to my body failing me. Mentally, I was fine. I could handle anything they threw
at me. However, accidents happen, as in the case of my thigh, and that's just the way it is. It wasn't meant to be.
My father told me once, he said, "Son, maybe it's better that you didn't make it. Maybe you would've gone to war and gotten killed."
I see his point, and it is hard for me to look at it that way, but he is right. Now I have been to war, as a civilian, and obviously I am not dead.
But you never know, it might've happened if I was to of made it to be a SEAL.
Men that profess to be SEALs are insecure. They are not confident within themselves, and need other people's approval. They feel that if someone
believes they are a SEAL, that will somehow give them respect and admiration. I have no respect for these men. They are weak and deceitful.
A liar is one thing in this world that I cannot stand, and a thief. These are the two things I hate most in this world. Liars and Thiefs.
I take this very personally, and you understand why, I hope. Imagine if you went through SEAL training. Put yourself through HELL ON EARTH everyday
for 8 months straight, and then didn't make it. Imagine how you would feel. It would kill you. I cried so hard the day they told me that I
couldn't continue. In front of all of those SEALs, I cried. And you know what? Some of them cried with me. This goes beyond anything you can
fathom. You cannot possibly understand why we cried, nor can I explain it to you.
Explaining SEAL training is like trying to explain sex to a virgin. Unless you experience it for yourself, you will have no idea what it is REALLY
about, no matter how much you hear.
Now I have tried to explain to NavalSpecWar that what he is doing is wrong. However, he has refused to comply. I informed him of the possible
ramifications of his actions, and still...he refused to comply.
THAT is why I am taking action. NOT simply because of his professed "status". The Wall of Shame is not something to be misused. A man's life can
be severely tarnished (mostly in the Special Operations communities) by having his name posted. Understand this. I do not go around looking to #
people over. I mind my own business, and I expect other people to do the same. Now, this does not mean that I will not hesitate to do so, if I feel
that it is justified.
I do not make these decisions on my own. I personally do not have the authority to post a name on the Wall. I just have the "connections" and know
how to report it.
Hopefully, NavalSpecWar will come to his senses, and realize what he has done...
Mr. M