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10 Life Lessons From A Navy Seal

yortbogey

To Have More ... Desire Less
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Every morning in basic SEAL training, my instructors, who at the time were all Vietnam veterans, would show up in my barracks room and the first thing they would inspect was your bed.

If you did it right, the corners would be square, the covers pulled tight, the pillow centered just under the headboard and the extra blanket folded neatly at the foot of the rack—rack—that’s Navy talk for bed.

It was a simple task—mundane at best. But every morning we were required to make our bed to perfection. It seemed a little ridiculous at the time, particularly in light of the fact that were aspiring to be real warriors, tough battle hardened SEALs—but the wisdom of this simple act has been proven to me many times over.

If you make your bed every morning you will have accomplished the first task of the day. It will give you a small sense of pride and it will encourage you to do another task and another and another.

By the end of the day, that one task completed will have turned into many tasks completed. Making your bed will also reinforce the fact that little things in life matter.

If you can’t do the little things right, you will never do the big things right.

And, if by chance you have a miserable day, you will come home to a bed that is made—that you made—and a made bed gives you encouragement that tomorrow will be better.

#1. If you want to change the world, start off by making your bed.



During SEAL training the students are broken down into boat crews. Each crew is seven students—three on each side of a small rubber boat and one coxswain to help guide the dingy.

Every day your boat crew forms up on the beach and is instructed to get through the surf zone and paddle several miles down the coast.

In the winter, the surf off San Diego can get to be 8 to 10 feet high and it is exceedingly difficult to paddle through the plunging surf unless everyone digs in.

Every paddle must be synchronized to the stroke count of the coxswain. Everyone must exert equal effort or the boat will turn against the wave and be unceremoniously tossed back on the beach.

For the boat to make it to its destination, everyone must paddle.

You can’t change the world alone—you will need some help— and to truly get from your starting point to your destination takes friends, colleagues, the good will of strangers and a strong coxswain to guide them.

#2. If you want to change the world, find someone to help you paddle.



Over a few weeks of difficult training my SEAL class which started with 150 men was down to just 35. There were now six boat crews of seven men each.

I was in the boat with the tall guys, but the best boat crew we had was made up of the the little guys—the munchkin crew we called them—no one was over about 5-foot five.

The munchkin boat crew had one American Indian, one African American, one Polish American, one Greek American, one Italian American, and two tough kids from the mid-west.

They out paddled, out-ran, and out swam all the other boat crews.

The big men in the other boat crews would always make good natured fun of the tiny little flippers the munchkins put on their tiny little feet prior to every swim.

But somehow these little guys, from every corner of the Nation and the world, always had the last laugh— swimming faster than everyone and reaching the shore long before the rest of us.

SEAL training was a great equalizer. Nothing mattered but your will to succeed. Not your color, not your ethnic background, not your education and not your social status.

#3. If you want to change the world, measure a person by the size of their heart, not the size of their flippers.



Several times a week, the instructors would line up the class and do a uniform inspection. It was exceptionally thorough.

Your hat had to be perfectly starched, your uniform immaculately pressed and your belt buckle shiny and void of any smudges.

But it seemed that no matter how much effort you put into starching your hat, or pressing your uniform or polishing your belt buckle—- it just wasn’t good enough.

The instructors would find “something” wrong.

For failing the uniform inspection, the student had to run, fully clothed into the surfzone and then, wet from head to toe, roll around on the beach until every part of your body was covered with sand.

The effect was known as a “sugar cookie.” You stayed in that uniform the rest of the day—cold, wet and sandy.

There were many a student who just couldn’t accept the fact that all their effort was in vain. That no matter how hard they tried to get the uniform right—it was unappreciated.

Those students didn’t make it through training.

Those students didn’t understand the purpose of the drill. You were never going to succeed. You were never going to have a perfect uniform.

Sometimes no matter how well you prepare or how well you perform you still end up as a sugar cookie.

It’s just the way life is sometimes.

#4. If you want to change the world get over being a sugar cookie and keep moving forward.



Every day during training you were challenged with multiple physical events—long runs, long swims, obstacle courses, hours of calisthenics—something designed to test your mettle.

Every event had standards—times you had to meet. If you failed to meet those standards your name was posted on a list and at the end of the day those on the list were invited to—a “circus.”

A circus was two hours of additional calisthenics—designed to wear you down, to break your spirit, to force you to quit.

No one wanted a circus.

A circus meant that for that day you didn’t measure up. A circus meant more fatigue—and more fatigue meant that the following day would be more difficult—and more circuses were likely.

But at some time during SEAL training, everyone—everyone—made the circus list.

But an interesting thing happened to those who were constantly on the list. Over time those students-—who did two hours of extra calisthenics—got stronger and stronger.

The pain of the circuses built inner strength-built physical resiliency.

Life is filled with circuses.

You will fail. You will likely fail often. It will be painful. It will be discouraging. At times it will test you to your very core.

#5. But if you want to change the world, don’t be afraid of the circuses.



At least twice a week, the trainees were required to run the obstacle course. The obstacle course contained 25 obstacles including a 10-foot high wall, a 30-foot cargo net, and a barbed wire crawl to name a few.

But the most challenging obstacle was the slide for life. It had a three level 30 foot tower at one end and a one level tower at the other. In between was a 200-foot long rope.

You had to climb the three tiered tower and once at the top, you grabbed the rope, swung underneath the rope and pulled yourself hand over hand until you got to the other end.

The record for the obstacle course had stood for years when my class began training in 1977.

The record seemed unbeatable, until one day, a student decided to go down the slide for life—head first.

Instead of swinging his body underneath the rope and inching his way down, he bravely mounted the TOP of the rope and thrust himself forward.

It was a dangerous move—seemingly foolish, and fraught with risk. Failure could mean injury and being dropped from the training.

Without hesitation—the student slid down the rope—perilously fast, instead of several minutes, it only took him half that time and by the end of the course he had broken the record.

#6. If you want to change the world sometimes you have to slide down the obstacle head first.



During the land warfare phase of training, the students are flown out to San Clemente Island which lies off the coast of San Diego.

The waters off San Clemente are a breeding ground for the great white sharks. To pass SEAL training there are a series of long swims that must be completed. One—is the night swim.

Before the swim the instructors joyfully brief the trainees on all the species of sharks that inhabit the waters off San Clemente.

They assure you, however, that no student has ever been eaten by a shark—at least not recently.

But, you are also taught that if a shark begins to circle your position—stand your ground. Do not swim away. Do not act afraid.

And if the shark, hungry for a midnight snack, darts towards you—then summons up all your strength and punch him in the snout and he will turn and swim away.

There are a lot of sharks in the world. If you hope to complete the swim you will have to deal with them.

#7. So, if you want to change the world, don’t back down from the sharks.



As Navy SEALs one of our jobs is to conduct underwater attacks against enemy shipping. We practiced this technique extensively during basic training.

The ship attack mission is where a pair of SEAL divers is dropped off outside an enemy harbor and then swims well over two miles—underwater—using nothing but a depth gauge and a compass to get to their target.

During the entire swim, even well below the surface there is some light that comes through. It is comforting to know that there is open water above you.

But as you approach the ship, which is tied to a pier, the light begins to fade. The steel structure of the ship blocks the moonlight—it blocks the surrounding street lamps—it blocks all ambient light.

To be successful in your mission, you have to swim under the ship and find the keel—the center line and the deepest part of the ship.

This is your objective. But the keel is also the darkest part of the ship—where you cannot see your hand in front of your face, where the noise from the ship’s machinery is deafening and where it is easy to get disoriented and fail.

Every SEAL knows that under the keel, at the darkest moment of the mission—is the time when you must be calm, composed—when all your tactical skills, your physical power and all your inner strength must be brought to bear.

#8. If you want to change the world, you must be your very best in the darkest moment.



The ninth week of training is referred to as “Hell Week.” It is six days of no sleep, constant physical and mental harassment and—one special day at the Mud Flats—the Mud Flats are an area between San Diego and Tijuana where the water runs off and creates the Tijuana slue’s—a swampy patch of terrain where the mud will engulf you.

It is on Wednesday of Hell Week that you paddle down to the mud flats and spend the next 15 hours trying to survive the freezing cold mud, the howling wind and the incessant pressure to quit from the instructors.

As the sun began to set that Wednesday evening, my training class, having committed some “egregious infraction of the rules” was ordered into the mud.

The mud consumed each man till there was nothing visible but our heads. The instructors told us we could leave the mud if only five men would quit—just five men and we could get out of the oppressive cold.

Looking around the mud flat it was apparent that some students were about to give up. It was still over eight hours till the sun came up—eight more hours of bone chilling cold.

The chattering teeth and shivering moans of the trainees were so loud it was hard to hear anything and then, one voice began to echo through the night—one voice raised in song.

The song was terribly out of tune, but sung with great enthusiasm.

One voice became two and two became three and before long everyone in the class was singing.

We knew that if one man could rise above the misery then others could as well.

The instructors threatened us with more time in the mud if we kept up the singing—but the singing persisted.

And somehow—the mud seemed a little warmer, the wind a little tamer and the dawn not so far away.

If I have learned anything in my time traveling the world, it is the power of hope. The power of one person—Washington, Lincoln, King, Mandela and even a young girl from Pakistan—Malala—one person can change the world by giving people hope.

#9. So, if you want to change the world, start singing when you’re up to your neck in mud.



Finally, in SEAL training there is a bell. A brass bell that hangs in the center of the compound for all the students to see.

All you have to do to quit—is ring the bell. Ring the bell and you no longer have to wake up at 5 o’clock. Ring the bell and you no longer have to do the freezing cold swims.

Ring the bell and you no longer have to do the runs, the obstacle course, the PT—and you no longer have to endure the hardships of training.

Just ring the bell.

#10. If you want to change the world don’t ever, ever ring the bell.
 
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Wiggs Dannyboy

Last Laugh Foundation
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Those are organized wrong. The #) and main statement should match up, but they don't. For instance....#2. If you want to change the world, find someone to help you paddle., should be followed with what is following #1. What comes under the #2 statement should be put under #3, etc. True for all of 'em I think.

Maybe I'm just being anal.....but it would read much better if it was fixed.
 

waveguide

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good read, fair enough..

course, i'm eager to reply with "zero life lessons from an epistemological solipsist" which is devoid of pragma :)
 

yortbogey

To Have More ... Desire Less
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DAM....Wiggs was right... I F-ed that one up.... all fixed and edited know....mybad

still words of inspiration none the less....
 

SpasticGramps

Don't Drone Me, Bro!
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Great post YB. Making the bed first thing is one of the most important things you can do. As crazy as it sounds to some it's really true.

That and never ring the bell.

Carry on. Hooah.

:joint:
 

Cat Jockey

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I know you are trying to be inspirin', and shit. And while there are certainly corollaries to real life from the discipline you learn in the military, including the all important self-discipline, but, let's be frank here, dude.

All that shit they had you do from Boot Camp on up was to teach you how to kill people and break things and do exactly what the fuck you are told - no questions asked. To voluntarily become a member of the Borg. A member of the 21st Century Hessian army, doing the deeds of the oligarchical structure that runs the world, largely based out of Europe, through the royal bloodlines, the International Banks, the Vatican, Israel and the Zionists, etc.

The US military are hired thugs, protecting the assets of thugs, under false flag operations. Been that way since before I was born, in 72. Just how I see it. And I don't really need any of their teachings, as there is entirely too much unnecessary killing and destruction in those teachings, for my tastes, compassions, and my base fuckin' humanity.

All that bed making? That sure as fuck wasn't to teach you to, umm, 'change the world'. It was to mold you into submission to 'fuck up shit and people on command'.

I almost went into the military (I'm 42), and once I took the ASVAB, boy, every recruiter and their brother was calling me. But I realized that some douche bag yelling and screaming in my ear at 4:30 AM would probably result with my fist in said douche bag's mouth.

And, as an adult, which military boys are, some asshole wants to order me when and how to make my bed, and then come inspect my work? Well, that dude can go fuck himself, and go concern himself with his own fuggin' bed, and much, much, much more important shit. And making sure everyone's bed is made 'to spec' ain't got shit to do with bettering oneself and changing the world - it is to reinforce YOUR SUBMISSION TO AUTHORITY - so you kill to protect the assets of an Internatioanl Bank, or that little bitch on the throne in England, or Israel, etc., and on command and without question.

I don't need me none 'o dem lessons, buddy, and the first thing I do in the morning is let the dogs out, make coffee, grab a bowl, feed the dogs, and then do whatever I need to do. I ain't got time to be fiddle fuckin' with my bedsheets, playing 'house'.

Nor do I want to. Nor does that have shit to do with achieving the goals I have set out that day ...
 

Agaricus

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I'm some damn glad that there are people who go through all that shit. I'm glad that there are people who won't hesitate to kill our enemies. I'm glad that the special forces, the "tip of the spear," train to and maintain the skills and ability needed for those duties that can make the difference in an armed confrontation.

Pacifism's fine as a philosophy but when it comes down to reality, there are those out there who would like nothing better than to take us over and bend us to their will. Without an aggressive and able armed forces it's likely we'd be goose-stepping and heiling. Out in the world there are those who want nothing more than to crush us. And these are hard-core badasses. We need harder and badder and smarter people to take them down.

I came of age during the Vietnam "conflict." To tell the truth I was relieved when I was classified 4F. I don't think I would have made a very good soldier. While I was among those who thought the war was a really bad thing, I was constantly pissed off at the self-righteous do-nothings who disparaged the soldiers, spat on them, called them names. Those men and women had gone through hell and deserved much better than that. No one I know who went there came back unscathed.

It's not the banker, the bitch, the politician they're protecting. It's us. The ones who want no more than to get up, let out the dog, have coffee and a bowl. Who else is going to stand between us and the bad guys?

The bankers an bitches and politicians have no doubt gotten us into wars of aggression we had no business in. Doom on them. But if some bunch of (insert description here) wants to take us down to their level I want them dead, dead, dead.

War fucking sucks. I believe that's why all the bed-making, the nit-picking, the mud-crawling and sleeplessness and the rest are absolutely necessary to find and train the people who will endure that and worse in combat. The old saying's true, "the more you sweat in training the less you'll bleed in combat."

So I'm very thankful that there are men and women who will take the training and stand between us and the unimaginably evil scum of the world. And for the instructors who drive them to the limits of human endurance. Thank you all.:tiphat:
 

watts

ohms
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most people i know that joined the military was for a job other than walmart. They wanted to feel a sense of "pride". A lot of them were brainwashed as kids from video games and movies.

I hear they turn down 80% of military applicants now. They don't need the tough bad-ass guys as much anymore. A lot is done with drones, intelligence, and technology now.

Vietnam, Afghanistan, Iraq wars were all unnecessary in the ways they were carried out.
 

stoned-trout

if it smells like fish
Veteran
ooh ya and some sharks are great eatin...I have swam with lots of sharks over the years.. anything near san diego and florida keys along with cape cod area...no big deal
 

BlackBuds

Member
Thanks for this post YB. These lessons can be applied to everyone's life you just need to be creative with the interpretations. They don't have to be about killing people and can be about accomplishing any goal, where ever your "world" may be.

I agree with Agaricus' post as well, "war fucking sucks" "I'm very thankful that there are men and women who will take the training and stand between us and the unimaginably evil scum of the world. And for the instructors who drive them to the limits of human endurance. Thank you all."
 

orev

Active member
Every morning in basic SEAL training, my instructors, who at the time were all Vietnam veterans, would show up in my barracks room and the first thing they would inspect was your bed.

If you did it right, the corners would be square, the covers pulled tight, the pillow centered just under the headboard and the extra blanket folded neatly at the foot of the rack—rack—that’s Navy talk for bed.

It was a simple task—mundane at best. But every morning we were required to make our bed to perfection. It seemed a little ridiculous at the time, particularly in light of the fact that were aspiring to be real warriors, tough battle hardened SEALs—but the wisdom of this simple act has been proven to me many times over.

If you make your bed every morning you will have accomplished the first task of the day. It will give you a small sense of pride and it will encourage you to do another task and another and another.

By the end of the day, that one task completed will have turned into many tasks completed. Making your bed will also reinforce the fact that little things in life matter.

If you can’t do the little things right, you will never do the big things right.

And, if by chance you have a miserable day, you will come home to a bed that is made—that you made—and a made bed gives you encouragement that tomorrow will be better.

#1. If you want to change the world, start off by making your bed.

so so true.
 

Max Headroom

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to everyone who thinks in the "us vs. them" mentality - all "enemies" have arisen as a direct result of some form of intervention from "the west" (iran being a perfect example).

it's all about global economic hegemony. other factors like "freedom" and "democracy" are pure propaganda.

if your country doesn't play ball with the internationalist banking & business cartel, expect a visit from the US warmachine.
 

Dropped Cat

Six Gummi Bears and Some Scotch
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Good to see the US embracing some of the ethics of the
old Samurai code.

Discipline is sorely lacking in many aspects of modern life.

Ritual suicide aside, natch.
 

prune

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I like to fold the covers back and let the bed aire for a bit before i get all anal and tuck it all away. If i need to accomplish something worthwhile first thing in the morning i can always take a shit...
 

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