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Wayne Madsen on the Murder of Navy SEAL Team 6

On August 6, Taliban “rebels” in Afghanistan shot down a U.S. military Chinook helicopter. All 30 Americans on board were killed.
Among them were 22 members of the Navy SEAL Team Six who, on May 2, 2011, had assassinated purportedly Osama bin Laden in his secret compound in Abbotabad, Pakistan. News of Osama’s death instantly boosted Obama’s flagging poll numbers.
The Navy SEAL is the elite of our military’s elite corps. The SEALs have the respect and admiration of even fighter pilots, who themselves are elite Top Guns.
SEAL Team Six is the informal name of the United States Naval Special Warfare Development Group (NSWDG), commonly known as DEVGRU — one of the United States’ four secretive counter-terrorism and Special Mission Units.
According to Wikipedia, “The vast majority of information about DEVGRU is highly classified, and details of its activities are not commented on by either the White House or the Department of Defense.” The Navy SEAL is scrupulous in keeping confidential both its operations as well as the identities of SEAL members. So it is curious, to say the least, that the Obama White House is actively helping Hollywood with a movie on Team 6’s takedown of Osama, which undoubtedly will be in every multiplex cinema in America just in time for the 2012 presidential election.
The crash of that Chinook helicopter is being met with skepticism, and for good reason. For examples, see here and here.
Now, longtime D.C. investigative reporter Wayne Madsen, himself a former U.S. Navy officer, is weighing in. Here’s an excerpt from his exclusive-to-subscribers Wayne Madsen Report (WMR), “Obama welcomes home SEAL Team bodies after the SEALS became a ‘problem’,” August 10-11, 2011:

WMR has learned from Navy SEAL Team 2 sources that the Chinook was flying under prescribed normal transit altitudes, which made it vulnerable to an attack from a rocket-propelled grenade (RPG). SEAL Team 2 is based in Little Creek and Dam, Neck, Virginia, where many of the dead SEAL Team 6 members were also based. The sources claim that many SEALs believe the SEAL Team 6 members were sacrificed for political reasons because they “knew too much” about the Abbotabad raid. Moreover, SEAL Team 2 members believe their comrades were eliminated by CIA assets operating in the area in an effort to eliminate witnesses to the actual events that occurred in Abbotabad. The bitterness of SEAL team personnel over what happened with the Chinook is intense since an entire unit of their friends was almost completely wiped out.


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A Fighter Pilot's Tribute to the Navy SEALS

On August 8, 2011, a Taliban attack on a CH-47 Chinook helicopter caused it to crash, killing the 30 U.S. service members on board, including 22 Navy SEALS. It was the worst loss of American military lives in a single incident in the nearly 10-year-old Afghan war.
Below is a fighter pilot’s tribute to the Navy SEALS.
H/t my friend Bob W.

I’ve Met Them

By lex (former TopGun instructor)
I don’t believe I ever met any of the fallen heroes from DevGru. I don’t know their names, have not seen their faces. They shun recognition from anyone not of their tribe, knowing that no one not of them can appreciate what they have gone through, what they have accomplished, what they have been forced to do. But I have met them, or men like them.
I also know fighter pilots, know them well. They give pride of place to few, their arrogance is legendary, even if overblown by those who envy their accomplishments. I’ve known fighter pilots who can make an airplane sing, who can turn the turbulent world of air combat into an operatic ballet, with themselves as the conductor. Knowing every beat and stanza, placidly certain of the denouement. But I never knew a fighter pilot who in his most private self would not tip his head to those few, those noble few, who are qualified to bring death to our nation’s foes by sea, air and land.
I never knew an admiral I respected more as a man than a second class petty officer SEAL.
I believed that if I had played the game the way it was meant to be played, and caught a few lucky breaks, I might have made flag rank. I know that I do not have now, and never did have, what it takes to be a Navy SEAL.
The selection process is rigorous, the training syllabus withering. You may think you have what it takes to be a member of the teams. But if the instructional staff has doubts about your intelligence, your dedication, your ability to work as a member of a team, your physical stamina and endurance, you are done. There is no court of secondary appeal. And when they have decided that you do not have what it takes to make the grade, to fight alongside their beloved brothers in arms, you will leave thinking it was your decision. You will ring the bell and be grateful.
For those few who make the cut, those who get to wear the Budweiser, the real challenges are yet to come. The challenge now is not to make the cut, it is not to grasp the intricacies of advanced training. The challenge is to go to places so utterly foreign, and fight foes so thoroughly implacable that to take the mission is to willingly part with all that you have, and all that you love, and place everything in the balance in a desperate gamble.
You will be expensively and thoroughly trained, of course. You will have practiced until your motions seem involuntary. You will have in your company men who know, trust and love you in their own rough way. You will have certain knowledge of the justice of your cause, and the depravity of your enemy. But you will also know that fate plays its own games as you feel the beat of your own heart in your breast, knowing – as young men should never have to know – that when you’re on a mission, the next beat is not promised. Knowing that the fog of war is ineluctable, no matter your training, experience and skill.
Knowing that things can and will go wrong.
And you go anyway. Night after night, week after week, taunting fate.
You go knowing that it is not merely your own life that trembles in the balance, but the lives of those you love, and who depend upon you. You go knowing that there is something more important even than those things: It is the idea we as a nation represent, whose best exemplification is those you fight alongside. You do not dwell on it, nor do you wear it on your sleeve. But it is there nonetheless.
I know this because I have met them.
They are as humble in their public presentation as fighter pilots are ostentatiously obnoxious. A fighter pilot may feel that he has something to prove, a SEAL knows that he does not. At least not before mere mortals. The only beings that a SEAL feels obligated to prove himself to are his God and his teammates. And in the places that they insert themselves, God is rarely in the room.
Privation instead, and hardship. Monastic devotion to fitness, warrior prowess and to each other. Long days of preparation and rehearsal. Slow, creeping hours of approach to contact and moments of fierce combat. Expecting no quarter, and giving little. Living in each moment while knowing that each could be the last. Buttressed by the man to your left or right. Face forward to the foe.
Fight and win, or fight and die. No ejection seats.
We had a tradition at TOPGUN of instructor staff leaving something for those they leave behind. One officer left a plaque which read, “For those who know, no explanation is necessary. For those who don’t, no explanation is possible.”

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