Navy SEAL

My first day of SEAL training had gone great, I ran 8 miles, swam two miles, and pulled off a few hundred 9mm rounds at the range. It wasn’t until later that night, or morning rather, that the hell that SEAL training is known best for started.

I was sound asleep when all the lights were turned on and Commander Taylor’s booming voice came out of nowhere. “Everybody up, it’s time to learn how to be a Navy SEAL,” he ordered.

“Are you crazy? It’s four o’clock in the morning!” I moaned.

“Are you crazy? It’s four o’clock in the morning!, Sir. Ensign I am your superior officer and you will address me with military courtesy. Clear?” he replied.

“Yes sir.”

“Now get your men assembled in full gear on the beach,” Commander Taylor ordered.

“Aye, aye sir,” I stately replied.

Five minutes later we were assembled on the beach and the commander started his speech. “Over the next month I am going to undo what God has so horrible messed up, I am going to turn you miserable sailors into the best damn warriors that this country has ever seen. And I will not rest until I have succeeded. Clear?”

“Explicitly sir,” we all shouted in reply.

Talk about an honest officer, it’s two days until graduation and Commander Taylor has brought us to hell and back. But boy is he a fine officer, he has turned a group of boys just out of colleges into the best of the best, Navy SEALs. Tomorrow is the last test, a live fire operation where we have to rescue a hostage. Commander Taylor says we’re ready and if he says it, I believe it.

April 29th, 3am: the operation has started and everything is running smooth; however I somehow doubt that it will stay that way. Suddenly a burst of machine gun fire has us pinned down. But we were ready, our training promptly took over and we took out the machine gun got the hostage and got out of there.

As soon as we got back to base Commander Taylor was standing there with a grin on his face, we all were going to graduate and not one of us had rang the bell. The next morning we had our graduation and Commander Taylor gave one last lecture.

“ Today you are all Navy SEALs, you are the best of the best and I do not hesitate to say that when all else fail, you will succeed. I’m damn proud of all of you and I will say that I am a better person for having the honor to lead you into battle for the first time. Give ‘em hell, boys.”

A Scene From Air Force One

As I walked up to the stairs to the upper deck, I saw one of our agents posted outside the cockpit. Never in history had an agent guarded the cockpit before that flight. When I reached the door to the cockpit, the agent let me in and locked the door behind me. Colonel Tillman glanced back and asked, "What can I do for you Kevin?"

"The president wants me to find out our itinerary," I replied.

"As of now we are just going to fly around until we get more news; we are headed toward Tennessee for now--," Colonel Tillman was interrupted mid sentence by Air Traffic Control with news no one wanted to hear.

"Air Force One Air Force One come in, this is ATC"


"This is Air Force One go ahead ATC," Colonel Tillman quickly replied.

"We have an unidentified jet heading toward you, we are trying to raise them on the radio but they aren't answering."

"Roger that ATC, we're turning around, notify us with any updates," Colonel Tillman replied.

"Will do sir, ATC out."

"Kevin, tell the president that we're heading for the Gulf where the fighters can protect us, we'll wait there until the skies are clear," stated the Colonel.

"Yes sir," I replied as I turned around and ran down the stairs to the president’s office. I ran into the president’s office and the president looked up at me and asked, “Kevin what’s wrong, you look like you’ve seen a ghost?”

“Sir, we’re being followed by an unidentified commercial airliner,” I replied.

“Has it been hijacked?” he asked.

“We don’t know sir, they’re not responding to ATC, they’re going to try to reach the airliner on an emergency frequency,” I replied.

“Go back up to the cockpit and keep me posted Kevin,” the president ordered.