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

I saw him outside the classroom, and, still with his sunglasses on, he offered
his hand and smiled quietly. “Nice job, Marcus,” said Reno. He had a grip like a
crane. His hand might have been bolted onto blue twisted steel, but I shook it as
hard as I could, and I replied, “Thank you, sir.”
We all knew he’d changed us drastically in those two weeks in Indoc. He’d
showed us the depth of what we must achieve, guided us to the brink of the
forthcoming unknown abyss of BUD/S. He’d knocked away whatever cocksure
edges we might still have possessed.
We were a lot tougher now, and I still towered over him. Nonetheless, Reno
Alberto still seemed fifteen feet tall to me. And he always will.