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During Desert Storm ('91) we (Combat Engineers) were placing a bunch of explosives inside an Iraqi military base/outpost getting ready to blow shit up. This Blazer comes flying down the road and stops at our M113. Out come 4 dudes. 3 of them are small guys. the 4th one was as big as the swede in Heart Break Ridge. All of them wearing t-shirts and shorts like the ones pictured above. Blazer says U.S. Navy on it. Credentials are produced. They ask us about the outpost. We answer. They ask us if they can go in before we blow it. We oblige them.
They were the most professional and polite force we met in that whole engagement. We got shit from EOD. We got shit from the MP's We got shit from Arty. Tankers treated us OK because we breached minefields form them.
Before that I had some of those hard mother fuckers in my Jump School rotation. They would constantly fuck with the Black hats who were some hard mother fuckers them selves. They would pick morning PT to have a dick waving contest and all that would happen is PT would last 30 minutes longer than it would have otherwise.
Black Hat: 1,2,3,4, One. 1,2,3,4 Two 1,2,3,4 Three ....
Navy Seal: ZERO!!!
Young markl32 (to himself): Fuck....
There. Those are my Navy Seal 80's shorts stories.
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A buddy of mine told me about some fun a few SEALs had when he went to/worked with? the Airborne School.
He gets finished with the day, and decides to go to the DFAC before he changes out of uniform. So as he is walking, he passes a Black Hat and
a SEAL. The SEAL is in trouble for something because he is doing flutter kicks with the B.H. standing over him in the "Lord" pose....feet spread,
back straight, hands on hips. He goes into the chow hall, runs into some friends, and sits down the eat. They eat, talk, cut up, come up with some
plans, and decide to go out. He walks back to the barracks. The SEAL is still there....still doing flutter kicks. The B.H. is now standing there with
his arms crossed over his chest with all his weight on one foot. So my friend got to the barracks, showered, got dressed, made a phone call
and did some other stuff. Then he left to meet his friends and go out. The SEAL is still there....still doing flutter kicks. The B.H. is now sitting
in a chair reading a magazine. My friend laughed and walked off. I don't know if it was the truth, but I almost pissed myself when he told me
that story. SEALs love screwing with Black Hats apparently.