“So what do you think?” I asked him. “Sir, this is one hell of a mission. I really appreciate you bringing us out here to be an apart of it.””Hey, I’m really glad you’re here,” I told him. Then I nudged his shoulder to ensure he was looking at me. “Goody, the success or failure of your mission will predicate the success or failure of the entire operation; you have to make it to that OP before H-hour.” Goody didn’t flinch; it seemed like he had already internalized how critical his OP was to the overall mission. He responded with the courage and candor of a true warrior.
“Sir, I’ll make to that OP come hell or high water, if we’re hurting on time, we’ll drop our rucks. If we’re still having problems, we’ll keep dropping gear until 5 naked guys with guns are standing on the OP at H-hour.”
Where do we get such men?
The mission, the men and me- Pete Blaber