It's none of my part to talk about the SEALs
lost last week in Afghanistan. As an aviator, I'm not qualified to speak to what
they do, what they did, or who they are. Like anyone else, I know that they are
a proud, small and tightly knit group of consummate professionals who have
recently suffered their worst losses ever in combat, losses
disproportionate due to the small size of the Naval Special Warfare
community.
Like most TACAIR aviators,
all I really knew about the SEALs was, that if I ever got bagged and had to
punch out over bad-guy land, someplace where the turf was too hot for rescue
helicopters supported by my brothers in fixed-wing aviation to come and get me,
that I should dig a hole and pull it in after me and wait for the buds from
BUD/S to come along and bring me
home.
But the SEALs do much more than
rescue downed aviators. Stuff I'm not qualified to talk to.
But Matthew
Heidt of Froggy Ruminations is qualified to speak
for them. And this week, among other things, he indirectly asks us to reckon the cost .
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"Sign on, young man, and sail with me. The stature of our homeland is no more than the measure of ourselves. Our job is to keep her free. Our will is to keep the torch of freedom burning for all. To this solemn purpose we call on the young, the brave, the strong, and the free. Heed my call, Come to the sea. Come Sail with me." - John Paul Jones
"Pardon him, Theodotus; he is a barbarian, and thinks that the customs of his tribe and island are the laws of nature" --George Bernard Shaw, "Ceasar and Cleopatra"
"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music."--Friederich Nietzsche
