February 11, 2013

"I Shot bin Laden"

You haven't read the Esquire interview with "Shooter", the SEAL who shot Osama bin Laden? Do you hate America or are you just lazy?

A couple of teaser quotes:

I'm just looking at him from right here [he moves his hand out from his face about ten inches]. He's got a gun on a shelf right there, the short AK he's famous for. And he's moving forward. I don't know if she's got a vest and she's being pushed to martyr them both. He's got a gun within reach. He's a threat. I need to get a head shot so he won't have a chance to clack himself off [blow himself up].

In that second, I shot him, two times in the forehead. Bap! Bap! The second time as he's going down. He crumpled onto the floor in front of his bed and I hit him again, Bap! same place. That time I used my EOTech red-dot holo sight. He was dead. Not moving. His tongue was out. I watched him take his last breaths, just a reflex breath.

And we all know about bin Laden's porn stash, but what about his drug stash?
In each computer room, there was a bed. Under the beds were these huge duffel bags, and I'm pulling them out, looking for whatever. At first I thought they were filled with vacuum-sealed rib-eye steaks. I thought, They're in this for the long haul. They've got all this food. Then, wait a minute. This is raw opium. These drugs are everywhere. It was pretty funny to see that. Altogether, he helped clean three rooms on the second floor.
If you can get through the incredible amount of bullshit that the author, Phil Bronstein, lays out the story is more than just compelling: it's riveting.

Bronstein uses "Shooter" to forward the usual narrative about veterans. They're traumatized. Suicidal. They're marriages are breaking up. They can't find work. All because they "sacrificed it all" for a military that could care less about them.

I'm surprised the piece didn't end with Shooter hitchhiking his way through a small Northwestern town, harassed by the the uncaring local police he has no choice but to take matters into his own hands. The final casualty of war? The entire Hope police department, 200 state troopers, and various weekend warriors of the Washington State National Guard. It's a good thing his old Colonel showed up to talk him down, otherwise we'd all be dead!

Seriously, the author's narrative was really that trite and predictable. It's the kind of narrative that the guys over at Blackfive and This Aint Hell have been trying to counter for years. Mostly because it's a pile of bullshit. It's the warriors-as-victims narrative. And it's offensive.

But the story of what really happened that night? Compelling. It turns out that Zero Dark Thirty was pretty close to dead on.

The only really unanswered question is this: Who was the wise guy that planted the squirt guns? Come on SEALS, inquiring minds want to know!

By Rusty Shackleford, Ph.D. at 05:53 PM | Comments |