Part 3 (2/2)

Jackhammered

WELCOME TO BUD/S

”Drop! One hundred push-ups! NOW!”

Two hundred and twenty-some bodies. .h.i.t the asphalt and started pumping. We were all in camis-camouflage BDUs, or battle-dress uniforms-with freshly painted green helmets. It was the start of BUD/S training. We were bold, excited, and nervous as h.e.l.l.

We were about to get beat down, and we were loving it.

The instructor didn't even bother to come out of his office inside the building a short distance away. His deep voice, slightly s.a.d.i.s.tic, carried easily out the hall into the courtyard where we were gathered.

”More push-ups! Give me forty! FOUR-TEEE!”

My arms hadn't quite started to burn yet when I heard a strange hissing noise. I glanced up to see what was going on.

I was rewarded with a blast of water in my face. Some of the other instructors had appeared and were working us over with fire hoses. Anyone stupid enough to look up, got hosed.

Welcome to BUD/S.

”Flutter kicks! GO!”

BUD/S stands for Basic Underwater Demolition/SEAL and it is the introductory course that all candidates must pa.s.s to become SEALs. It's currently given at the Naval Special Warfare Center in Coronado, California. It starts with ”indoc” or indoctrination, which is designed to introduce candidates to what will be required. Three phases follow: physical training, diving, land warfare.

There have been a number of stories and doc.u.mentaries over the years about BUD/S and how tough it is. Pretty much everything they've said on that score is true. (Or at least mostly true. The Navy and the instructors tone it down a bit for national consumption on TV reality shows and other broadcasts. Still, even the watered-down version is true enough.) Essentially, the instructors beat you down, then beat you down some more. When that's done, they kick your a.s.s, and beat what's left down again.

You get the idea.

I loved it. Hated it, loathed it, cursed it ... but loved it.

LAME AND LAMER

It had taken me the better part of a year to reach that point. I'd joined the Navy and reported for basic training in February 1999. Boot camp was pretty lame. I remember calling my dad at one point and saying that basic was easy compared to ranch work. That wasn't a good thing. I'd joined the Navy to be a SEAL and challenge myself. Instead I got fat and out of shape.

You see, boot camp is designed to prepare you to sit on a s.h.i.+p. They teach you a lot about the Navy, which is fine, but I wanted something more like the Marines' basic training-a physical challenge. My brother went into the Marines and came out of boot camp tough and in top condition. I came out and probably would have flunked BUD/S if I'd gone straight in. They have since changed the procedure. There's now a separate BUD/S boot camp, with more emphasis on getting and staying in shape.

Lasting over a half-year, BUD/S is extremely demanding physically and mentally; as I mentioned earlier, the dropout rate can top 90 percent. The most notorious part of BUD/S is h.e.l.l Week, 132 hours straight of exercise and physical activity. A few of the routines have changed and tested over the years, and I imagine they will continue to evolve. h.e.l.l Week has pretty much remained the most demanding physical test, and probably will continue to be one of the high points-or low points, depending on your perspective. When I was in, h.e.l.l Week came at the end of First Phase. But more about that later.

Fortunately, I didn't go directly to BUD/S. I had other training to get through first, and a shortage of instructors in the BUD/S cla.s.ses would keep me (and many others) from being abused for quite a while.

According to Navy regs, I had to choose a specialty (or Military Occupation Specialty, or MOS, as it is known in the service) in case I didn't make it through BUD/S and qualify for the SEALs. I chose intelligence-I naively thought I'd end up like James Bond. Have your little laugh.

But it was during that training that I started working out more seriously. I spent three months learning the basics of the Navy's intelligence specialties, and, more importantly, getting my body into better shape. It happened that I saw a bunch of real SEALs on the base, and they inspired me to work out. I would go to the gym and hit every vital part of my body: legs, chest, triceps, biceps, etc. I also started running three times a week, from four to eight miles a day, jumping up two miles every session.

I hated running, but I was beginning to develop the right mind-set: Do whatever it takes.

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