...this account is determined to steer clear of serious politics or leave itself open to election-season manipulation. The worst it has to say about President Obama is that none of the fighters who caught bin Laden wanted to help re-elect him, and that he never followed through on a promise to invite them to the White House for a beer.
Not surprising, since Obama has broken virtually every promise he has made to the American people. Bissonette mentions that Khalid, Obama's son, was hiding around a corner after a SEAL member had caught a glimpse of him. The SEAL whispered Khalid and when the boy peeked around the corner, a bullet splattered his brains all over the wall behind him.
The manner in which bin Laden died, in this book’s version, differs crucially but not materially from other accounts. The author says that his team’s point man shot bin Laden — who also peeked at the SEALs and showed himself to a sniper — before the team even entered his living quarters; that bin Laden was shot again as he lay on the floor with a grievous head wound; and that the SEALs shot to kill.
All well and good, though I would have liked to have heard that the beast that engineered the murder of over 3000 innocent Americans died a slow and painful death.
Much more shocking and revelatory is the way the author describes his own handling of the “dead weight,” as the men hustled the body bag to the helicopter. Yes, he had a sense that this was an event of great historical import. But he also had a job to do. And in a set of actions that came as the culmination of all that he had learned from experience, he pulled bin Laden’s beard left and right in order to get the best possible identification photo. He took out a booklet of pictures to help him realize that the Qaeda leader’s nose was his best remaining identifying feature.
Another great and edifying detail, but again it was sad that Mark couldn't spit in Osama's face or slap it. But who wants the blood of this doglike killer who should have been dragged through the streets and thrown to a pack of wild dogs or to hyenas who could crunch on his bones---but that would be cannibalism on the hyenas' part...!!!
He went through a dresser in the bedroom, finding it extremely neat, just like his own. When he found that bin Laden’s guns were not loaded, he felt a SEAL’s contempt for the dead man: “There is no honor in sending people to die for something you won’t even fight for yourself.” And on the helicopter ride out of Abbottabad he sat with bin Laden’s body at his feet while another raider sat on top of it. The flight was overcrowded, he reports.
There is no better illustration in “No Easy Day” that SEALS are ruthless pragmatists. They think fast. They adapt to whatever faces them. They do what they have to do.
I can think of no more uplifting calling, no matter what the terror that is part of the job description, for an American. Far better than a President who reneged on a promise to have a beer with these great young men while the coward-in-chief took credit for the bravery and steadfast and sturdy discipline it takes to operate in an "ally" so treacherous that we could not alert them to the operation beforehand. Chicken shit describes Obama, pure and simple.
In two months, we can throw this loser to the dogs as well.
Footnote: I know of one SEAL in training, Tommy LNU, who died at Virginia Beach during an underwater escape exercise early this year. And another, who dated my daughter all through high school, who was inducted at the same time.
I knew them both well, and wish them both God's blessings in this life and in the next. And sadly, Tommy won't be able to cst a vote this November. I know he would have voted the same as each SEAL in the raid will vote.
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