Lone Survivor_ The Eyewitness Account of Operation Redwing and the Lost Heroes of SEAL Team 10 ( PDFDrive )

Eternal Father, strong to save,
Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,
Who bid’st the mighty ocean deep
Its own appointed limits keep . . .
And of course they always ended with the special verse exclusively for the
Navy SEALs, the everlasting anthem for SPECWARCOM:
Eternal Father, faithful friend,
Be quick to answer those we send,
In brotherhood and urgent trust,
On hidden missions dangerous,
O hear us when we cry to Thee,
For SEALs in air, on land, and sea.
People just slept whenever and wherever they could. We have a large wood
guesthouse at the entrance to the property, and people just went in there. The
SEALs came into the house and slept where they could, on beds, on sofas, in
chairs, wherever. And every three hours, there was a telephone call, patched in
directly from the battlefield in Afghanistan. It was always the same: “No news.”
No one ever left Mom alone, but she was beside herself with worry.
As June turned into July, many were beginning to lose faith and believe I
was dead. Except for Morgan, who would not believe it and kept saying he’d
been in communication, mentally. I was hurt but alive. Of that he was certain.
The SEALs also would not even consider the possibility that I was dead.
He’s missing in action, MIA. That was their belief. And until someone told them
different, that’s all they would accept. Unlike the stupid television station, right?
They thought they could say any damn thing they felt like, true or not, and cause
my family emotional trauma on a scale only a community as close as we are
could possibly understand.
Meanwhile back in the cave, Norzamund came back with two other guys, again
frightening the life out of me. It was about 0400 on Friday, July 1, and they had
no lantern. They communicated with whispers and hissing signals for silence.
Once more they lifted me up and carried me down the hill to the river. I tried to