No Easy Day: The Firsthand Account of the Mission That Killed Osama Bin Laden

individual egomaniacs that make music together. They learn to depend on each other. When they are bored they play with each other to keep pushing. Otherwise, they get in trouble,” Marcinko told ABC News.
    We laughed our asses off. I know he was a founder of DEVGRU, but he was hopelessly out of touch with the modern force. I didn’t know a single SEAL who fit his profile. We’d evolved past being egomaniacs. There wasn’t a soldier, sailor, airman, or Marine in the special operations community that fit his profile. It wasn’t part of our ethos. We were team players who always tried to do the right thing.
    But we weren’t in the meeting to talk about leaks and security concerns.
    “Keep this on the down low because nobody knows this,” Jay said. “You’re going to meet the president in Kentucky tomorrow.”
    With the dog and pony circuit in full effect, we had assumed it was coming.
    “We’ll fly up in civilian clothes and then change into our uniforms to meet the president,” Jay said.
    They dismissed us, and we were done for the day. On the way to my truck, my phone buzzed.
    It was a text message from my sister.
    “I hear you’re going to meet the president tomorrow,” she said. “Make sure you don’t wear shorts so they don’t see your gazelle-type legs and know you’re a SEAL.”
    So much for operational security.
    The next morning, we left on one of the oldest C-130s I’d ever seen. It had a new paint job, which masked its age from the outside. But getting on board, the inside looked old. Everything was faded.
    As we climbed up the ramp, none of us were impressed. We were used to flying around in much newer C-130s or even C-17s.
    “So much for rock star status,” Charlie said as he folded his six-foot-four frame into the orange jump seat. “I guess our fifteen minutes of fame are over.”
    But a plaque near the door told us the true story. The plane was one of three MC-130E Combat Talon I aircraft used in Operation Eagle Claw.
    It turns out a crew chief found the plane mothballed and talked an Air Force general into renovating it and returning it to the inventory. It was sort of fitting that we’d fly to Kentucky to meet the president on that plane. It had a lot of history and I guess it had at least one more historic flight in it.
    From the airport, we took back roads to the 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment’s headquarters, where Teddy and the aircrews were based. President Obama was scheduled to talk with thousands of troops from the 101st Airborne Division after meeting with us.
    They ushered us into a large conference room to wait. Along the back wall was a table piled high with gourmet sandwiches, chips, cookies, and soft drinks.
    “We’re moving up in the world,” I said. “This is way better than cold chicken fingers. Do you think they are going to make us pay for this?”
    On one of the tables near the door was a framed flag. It was one of the flags we carried on the mission. Guys were signing the back of the frame and the plan was to present it to the president.
    “Why do I need to sign this?” I asked Tom.
    Like always, he was running things while Jay and Mike met with the higher-ups.
    “Everybody that was on the raid needs to sign it,” he said.
    “Why?” I just wanted an explanation.
    “It’s going to the president,” Tom said, growing tired of my questions.
    “How many hands does it pass through before it gets hung on the wall?” I asked. “Don’t they have tours of the White House?”
    The only thing that remained secret was our names.
    I went over to the other guys.
    “Is everybody signing this thing?”
    Most of the guys had already signed it.
    “Just scribble a random name on there and you’ll be good,” Charlie said. “That’s what I did.”
    After a lot of hurry up and wait, we finally walked to an auditorium to meet the president. The Secret Service ran us through a metal detector. When they got to me, the wand beeped when it passed over my pocketknife. I took my knife out and added it to the growing pile.
    There was a small stage with rows of chairs in front.
    Walt sat down next to me.
    “I’d rather be doing underways than be here,” he said.
    Obama arrived in a dark suit, white shirt, and light blue tie. Vice President Biden was at his side in a blue shirt and red tie. The president stood on the stage and spoke to us for a few minutes. He presented the unit with a Presidential Unit Citation, in recognition of our achievement. It