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Sgt. Tyrone Hassel III’s murder, plotted over Snapchat by his wife and her lover, serves as a grim reminder of the false sense of security that digital ephemera can provide.
Guy Cutino was the kind of soldier who turned every challenge into an opportunity to excel, and every moment into a memory worth keeping.
Pat McNamara’s first jump was a brutal trial by fire, a stark reminder that in the world of airborne operations, survival often hinges on a razor’s edge between training and catastrophe.
Perhaps SEAL Team SIX forgot their clown car as they could barely lead a VIP to the local airport without disastrous results.
In the whirlwind of operations, from the jungles of Colombia to the heated terrains of Somalia, amidst the camaraderie and relentless jesting, lay a realm where the line between a soldier’s duty and the whims of reality blurred, tossing us between the rigors of military life and the fleeting moments of absurd hilarity that carried us through the unpredictable currents of service.
DeliverFund isn’t about capes and glory—it’s about relentless hours in front of a screen, digging through the digital underworld to save lives while the world looks the other way.
The 1911 in Delta was less a sidearm and more a trusted, stubborn warhorse that’d stick with you through the grit, where every scuff and dent told the story of missions endured, even if it meant taking a fall from five stories high.
Ricardo and I stood under the barracks’ overhang, chain-smoking those god-awful Colombian cigs and watching chaos unfold like it was just another Tuesday, all while humming ‘Going back to Cali’ like we were extras in some black comedy war flick.
Stuck in the sweltering jungle with a bunch of half-trained ‘elite’ commandos and a colonel who’d rather sit on intelligence than use it, we were babysitters at best, warriors in waiting—waiting for something to finally break loose.
In Delta, there was a bifurcation of schools of thought among the men, whose physical training program was NOT dictated at any level of command, recognizing that the Unit was fueled by big boys who played by big boy rules.
Amidst the chaos and carnage, I couldn’t help but marvel at the sheer audacity of these men—pilots who crawled from the wreckage, dusted themselves off, and pressed forward as if crashing a helicopter was just another Tuesday.
Read Part One HERE And then it came: ‘CLIMB’ Absolute smooth movement was imperative in this event. Sloppy movement, believe it or not, could potentially rock or shake the aircraft, alerting the crows inside that something was going down. There was no hurry during this phase of the assault; however, the announcement of “COMPROMISE” would […]