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ordered that the ship be boarded and searched: just the sort of job
SEALs excel at.
We had a platoon in Djibouti, which was a hell of a lot closer to
the craft than we were. But because of the way the chain of command
and assignments worked—the unit happened to be working for the
Marines while we were directly under a Navy command—we were
tasked to take down the freighter.
You can imagine how happy our sister platoon was to see us when
we landed in Djibouti. Not only had we “stolen” a mission they considered
theirs, they had to suffer the indignity of helping us offload
and get ready for action.
As soon as I got off the plane, I spotted a buddy.
“Hey!” I shouted.
“Fuck off,” he answered.
“What’s up”
“Fuck you.”
That was the extent of his welcome. I couldn’t blame him; in his
place, I’d have been pissed myself. He and the others eventually came
around—they weren’t mad at us; they were mad at the situation.
Grudgingly, they helped us prepare for the mission, then got us aboard
a mail-and-resupply helicopter from the USS Nassau, an amphibious
assault ship out in the Indian Ocean.
Amphibs, as they’re called, are large assault ships that carry
troops and helicopters, and occasionally Marine Harrier attack aircraft.
They look like old-fashioned aircraft carriers with a straightthrough
flight deck. They’re fairly large, and have command and control
facilities that can be used as forward planning and command posts
during assault operations.