[DEVSAW]

My heroes weren't crack addicts. They weren't grown men who play with a stick and ball for a living. They weren't people who pretended to be honorable men on film. Rather, they were the steely-eyed Vietnam era Navy SEALs and MAC/V SOG Warriors who dared to stealthily creep into enemy strongholds, like the Rung Sat Special Zone, and expertly handed our enemies' asses to them! The fact that it was also done in a manner that scared the bejesus out of the enemy was just that much more motivating for me as a young man.

I felt the overwhelming primal pull to become such a man and join their ranks to fight beside them. I am honored to have even had the opportunity to serve in any capacity, let alone on the SEAL teams and in combat with such great men.

Although there are plenty of worthy heroes, the Vietnam era spooky bad asses will always remain my personal favorite. God bless each and every one of them for setting an example of honor, bravery and uncompromising violence of action against our enemies. What a great legacy.