GreyWolf1129
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Funny, but I'm 100% certain true story I heard last night from a coworker who is a former SEAL. Yes, alcohol was involved...
Back in the early 00's, him and another SEAL fly into one of the 'Stans as an advance team to train local tribal chiefs in basic I&W (Intel and Warning). Strictly off the RADAR, and in civilian attire and ID's. They fly all over the ME before they finally land in-country, coming in on a Russian civilian twin-engine plane (side note: he told me "Never fly on a plane the Russian military has retired. It was two pilots, us, and like twenty crates of chickens. Both pilots were drunk, the co-pilot put out two fires in the cockpit during our 40 minute flight, and we were covered in chicken feathers and chicken s**t when we landed".)
As they are getting off the plane, a mortar attack is hitting the airport. He looks at his teammate and says "We're under mortar attack, and all I have is a pocketknife. We are seriously screwed here." They make it to the terminal, where they are greeted by their guide, who as it turns out is British SAS. Their "alphabet agency" rep is nowhere to be found. They tell him they have no weapons at all, and in 45 minutes, they have grenades, guns, ammo, and an escort of half a dozen locals who are armed to the teeth, and in no mood for foolishness. Said it was the safest he ever felt on a foreign op.
Their US rep finds them two weeks later, after they are 100 miles to the north, working with the SAS, and on their 4th or 5th village. He flies in on a CH-46 with an escort of a dozen or so Army SF guys and two Apache's, and says "You guys were supposed to wait for me at the airport."
They put him back on the Chinook, hogtied, and tell the Army pilots to drop him off at the airport...from 1500 feet.
I'm sure they didn't, and the two SEALS were extracted (go figure) about 10 days later, but we have no idea what goes on, every day, in a thousand untold and unknown battles and wars all over the globe.
Good stuff.
Back in the early 00's, him and another SEAL fly into one of the 'Stans as an advance team to train local tribal chiefs in basic I&W (Intel and Warning). Strictly off the RADAR, and in civilian attire and ID's. They fly all over the ME before they finally land in-country, coming in on a Russian civilian twin-engine plane (side note: he told me "Never fly on a plane the Russian military has retired. It was two pilots, us, and like twenty crates of chickens. Both pilots were drunk, the co-pilot put out two fires in the cockpit during our 40 minute flight, and we were covered in chicken feathers and chicken s**t when we landed".)
As they are getting off the plane, a mortar attack is hitting the airport. He looks at his teammate and says "We're under mortar attack, and all I have is a pocketknife. We are seriously screwed here." They make it to the terminal, where they are greeted by their guide, who as it turns out is British SAS. Their "alphabet agency" rep is nowhere to be found. They tell him they have no weapons at all, and in 45 minutes, they have grenades, guns, ammo, and an escort of half a dozen locals who are armed to the teeth, and in no mood for foolishness. Said it was the safest he ever felt on a foreign op.
Their US rep finds them two weeks later, after they are 100 miles to the north, working with the SAS, and on their 4th or 5th village. He flies in on a CH-46 with an escort of a dozen or so Army SF guys and two Apache's, and says "You guys were supposed to wait for me at the airport."
They put him back on the Chinook, hogtied, and tell the Army pilots to drop him off at the airport...from 1500 feet.
I'm sure they didn't, and the two SEALS were extracted (go figure) about 10 days later, but we have no idea what goes on, every day, in a thousand untold and unknown battles and wars all over the globe.
Good stuff.
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course ya did. 
