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happen, but at that point I would have accepted whatever assignment
I got—obviously, since I had no real say in the matter.
Getting the actual assignment was the opposite of dramatic. They
brought us into a big classroom and handed out paper with our orders.
I got my top choice: Team 3.
LOVE
Something else happened to me that spring that had an enormous impact
not just on my military career, but on my life.
I fell in love.
I don’t know if you believe in love at first sight; I don’t think I did
before the night in April of 2001 when I saw Taya standing at a bar in
a San Diego club, talking with one of my friends. She had a way of
making black leather pants look smokin’ hot and classy. The combination
suited me fine.
I’d just joined Team 3. We hadn’t started training yet, and I was
enjoying what amounted to a week of vacation before getting down to
the serious business of becoming a SEAL and earning my place on a
Team.
Taya was working for a pharmaceutical company as a drug rep
when we met. Originally from Oregon, she’d gone to college in Wisconsin
and moved out to the coast a couple years before we met. My
first impression was that she was beautiful, even if she looked pissed
off about something. When we started talking, I also found out she
was smart, and had a good sense of humor. I sensed right away she
was someone who could keep up with me.